gazing out the spacecraft's porthole, the cosmos unfolded like a vast, unannounced manuscript, each star a typewriter key striking the fabric of space. among these celestial bodies, i couldn't help but draw parallels to the art of writing with a typewriter—each letter a deliberate choice, not unlike the decision to explore the unknown. space, in its silent grandeur, taught me the value of giving the cold shoulder to hesitation, urging me to start over again with a pre-introductory curiosity that welcomes suggestions from the universe. the journey, much like typing on an unyielding machine, is about embracing every unheralded moment and imprinting our story onto the canvas of the cosmos.