We finally understand: the escape 137 years ago was not cowardice, but a long journey necessary for the growth of civilization. Only those who have seen the desolation of the Milky Way can understand the cosmic poetry played by the ecological network of our homeland. The solar system at this moment is both Einstein's comprehensible formula and "eternity seen from a grain of sand" in Blake's poem - on the dark curtain, human beings have used negative entropic ink to embroider a self-replicating totem of rebirth.
Concept: Great creators all have extremely special childhoods?