Here's to
seperation of Universes, of Galaxies, of
Suns, of Moons, of
Earths, of Countries, of
Houses, of People, of
Cells, of Molecules, of
Nucleus's, of Quarks, of...
of what, exactly?
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Touche. Bushels of nothing, that's the exact point. You've hit it straight on the head.