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Edited on Wed Dec-06-06 01:11 PM by Tyler Durden
Billyuns and Billyuns of Stars/Galaxies/Etcetera, but nobody's dropped by to say hi. I had some thoughts on the subject this morning.
First thought: Maybe we're FIRST. Hey, SOMEBODY has to be first. Maybe it's US. Maybe the next guys in the Evolution Contest are still doing the alien version of busting rocks and living in caves. Maybe we'll last long enough to say hi to THEM. Maybe not.
Second thought: Maybe we SUCK. Maybe the rest of the civilized universe has decided we should be left to self-destruct on our own. Some science fiction writers have proposed that our thoughts and ideas are actually forms of toxic waste. Big surprise; we could be the social lepers of creation.
Third thought: Maybe NOBODY makes it where we are. Sure, if someone makes it past the "Marconi" stage, we'd see their version of "I Love Lucy" eventually. But maybe civilizations do the same thing as the Romans: they get to a certain point, then it's HARI-KARI time ala NUKES. Could be. Maybe we'll get past this point, maybe not. Maybe someone else will eventually.
Just more neo-agnostic cosmic musings so I don't think about them at midnight and spend the rest of the night having anxiety attacks.
ON EDIT:
Someone said Space was really big. Yep. Forgot that one.
Fourth thought: Einstein was right. Sort of goes along with 1 and 3 in a way. Space may be just TOO GOD DAMNED BIG for visits. Trips are one-way. Of course, we may have to do that anyway: the Sun's not "forever." Maybe we'll hear their "Howard Stern" in a while and be GLAD they can't come to visit.
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