Occasionally, the AOL 'Speak Yor Branes' Commments throw up a gem This, from a piece on the Dakken field as seen by the International Space Station; "Mystery" This treasure trove of things, this space-born isle, This energy turned mass, this light bespecked orb, This would-be Eden, failing paradise; This fortress built of Nature by her hand, Against the dark and chilling claim of cosmic cold, This troubled band of souls, this little place, This precious sphere, adrift a vacuous void Which serves in measure as a cell, Within such shell, might form an entity more wise Against the perils of the ‘verse unknown, to act. This blessed plot, this place , this realm, this Earth, This nurse, this teeming womb of living beings, Fear'd by their breed, and infamous in their deeds . With apologies to Richard II