i hate to be the one to break it to you like this
we destroyed the galaxy Thursday -- when it rained
         my daughter and i had built a solar system out of cardboard
         when the wind blew -- the solar systems turned on a string
         when it rained, whole planets melted
         and the walls of heaven collapsed
         into a puddle of potting soil
         in the bed of my pickup truck

         people do not believe our galaxy was alive
         but I tell those doubters that they are correct -- and totally wrong
         because
                   on a large enough time scale:
         the possible becomes probable,
         and then, the probable becomes --
                                                 inevitable
         and in an infinite sea, all that is possible will emerge from the
         primordial ooze
         eventually.
                   bacterial empires rose
                   fell amid the fungal forests
                   jupiter, pluto, and mars
                   a dialogue of enzymes
                   prayed to heaven for life everlasting.

from poem by JM McDermott