“The plane of the solar system is tilted at an almost exactly 60 degrees to the plane of the galaxy so the planets slowly corkscrew their way around the arm of the milky way.” Pg. 4 ~ A Little Book Of Coincidence In The Solar System by John Martineau

We are the fireworks of our solar system. We break-forth as the lights in the sky with big bangs. Then we die to come-forth again.

Do the patterns in the sky reluctantly move with integrity, if down right constant boredom, in comparison to life on earth?

A cold feeling, deep and enduring

this “corkscrew” we move with…or on….

English Lyrics to song.

Come what may, my friends, there’s always a man for every woman. There will always be a false love you must forget, because it makes you feel like dying. Be that as it may love’s greatness will surely prevail, and when it wins over the heart the one who cried will then forgive.