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Eight lines, each one containing the last. Written the way you would write an address on an envelope, if the envelope had to reach you from anywhere.
Only used to write your address. It stays in this browser.
One of about eight billion people, on a planet none of them chose.
Third rock from the Sun, and the only place in this entire address anyone has ever been born.
One ordinary star, eight planets and a great deal of ice. Light from the Sun reaches you in eight minutes and twenty seconds.
A minor spur between two much larger spiral arms. We are about 26,000 light years out from the centre, which is the quiet suburbs.
A barred spiral of a few hundred billion stars. You cannot photograph it from inside, so its shape was worked out by measuring where the stars are.
About eighty galaxies held together by gravity. Two of them matter: ours, and Andromeda, which is coming this way.
A supercluster of a hundred thousand galaxies, mapped in 2014 by watching which way everything is falling. The name is Hawaiian for immeasurable heaven.
Everything whose light has had time to reach here in 13.8 billion years. It is bigger than 13.8 billion light years because space has been stretching the whole while.
Each line is about a thousand times wider than the one above it. That is the only reason eight lines can reach from a bedroom to the edge of what can be seen.