i am just a child. please hold my hands as i wade through these, &, everything. i want carl sagan to help me count the stars, i want to know just what it means that there are billions and billions of these things, & just what is the universe, & when is something called a biosphere? we are not plant cells. we do not have walls like mimes, we can not feel our boundaries and poke at them, we have no membranes. we are free, we wander, we fly. michio kaku writes dreams on strings, we are 1% different than…