At night or in the early hours before morning, someone must have measured and marked with neon colored tape, sections on the grocery store floor or drugstore or food takeout line. And arrows: for pointing out in good faith the direction of all movement, keeping a six foot distance to make each citizen a kind of compass point for the next in queue and all who follow after. Wouldn't it be if not easier then at least more bearable, if our movements were such as they are among planets and stars? Though they look closer to the naked eye, the nearest ones are billions of light years away. Clouds of particles coughed up when two or more stars smash into each other might vaporize as energy; but no matter what other effect might result, it's certain that all bodies are changed forever after collision.
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