Still a believer, an atheist,
When the Hersprung Russell diagram
Presents itself to me, I want to drink upon celestial corps
So I seek tipe B0 Stars
Blue giants like Rigel
Milagrero de la création as Betelgeuse,
Or our zénith and Sirius.
The old Greeks used parallax
Not to the infinitesimal degrees
We calculate and get our stipendium
And now we have LIGO, VIRGO,
We hope for the dream of LISA,
One thousand X more sensible
And not be expendable.
So many exoplanets.
I am a believer
Respecting religion when doing it
RIGHT
Which is very rare
As in science
Science philosophy
H.J. Gadamer advanced etymology
Philosophical Hermeneutics
Arbeite und… from his Tubinga opening of Jürgen Habermas
There's what in the eighties
The edge was around.
Thank us you have Chalmers, Filipenko
Daniel Dennett
Along with the atheist riders and voyagers of dreams…
Still a believer, an atheist,
God do not allow myself
To indeed beçome a priest.
Presents itself to me, I want to drink upon celestial corps
So I seek tipe B0 Stars
Blue giants like Rigel
Milagrero de la création as Betelgeuse,
Or our zénith and Sirius.
The old Greeks used parallax
Not to the infinitesimal degrees
We calculate and get our stipendium
And now we have LIGO, VIRGO,
We hope for the dream of LISA,
One thousand X more sensible
And not be expendable.
So many exoplanets.
I am a believer
Respecting religion when doing it
RIGHT
Which is very rare
As in science
Science philosophy
H.J. Gadamer advanced etymology
Philosophical Hermeneutics
Arbeite und… from his Tubinga opening of Jürgen Habermas
There's what in the eighties
The edge was around.
Thank us you have Chalmers, Filipenko
Daniel Dennett
Along with the atheist riders and voyagers of dreams…
Still a believer, an atheist,
God do not allow myself
To indeed beçome a priest.
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