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Voice I: You stand on Earth and look at the sky. It is day, let’s say noon. The light that allows you to look at the matter of the cosmos is exactly strong enough to lighten it from black to blue. The blue starts somewhere, perhaps a meter from you, you can’t tell, but it gets denser; it is pale, diffuse. You can caress it with your gaze, it doesn’t hurt, it spares you. It moves from you.