As I leave the Earth where my offspring had such a struggle to be born, I have warm feelings of love for its people, animals and plants. The blue marbled planet served its purpose as the resting place for my egg. The opening of the egg and the emerge of my son, Charagni, left some scars in the land, but the Earth will heal. Those humans that remain on Earth will thrive for awhile, but the planet is fragile. The humans that chose to leave the planet as symbionts of Charagni can look forward to offspring that have an unlimited future.
Charagni is young and strong and will live for billions of years. After a good strong drink from the wine-dark sea of Rigil Kantarus 3, we swim through the cosmic sea toward the core of the Milkyway, the central mass, to the meet the great northern jet that is growing stronger as it emerges from the mother of a new Galaxy, the great Blackhole.
His long, strong wings will soften, become lighter, and grow to carry him and his people to surf on the plasma waves as they surge into space. The plasma jet creates a new galaxy, a new spinning cartwheel of stars for him, his people, and his offspring to swim in forever.
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