Back and forth. Like a needle on the Spotify.

Warning to the pedantics that might gag. This thought experiment breaks the special law.

The Generational Entanglement of Questions... And Answers.

Caution, stargazing may cause local time travel.

I think I will go with... I'll try both.

Me. Hungry. Want. Food. Hmmm. Why?

And then Entropy begged, "Come on. Let's just add ourselves together. Please. Then we could divide us by two. Come on. Please? Let's just average."

From its Big Bang to its Heat Death, the weight of the Universe remains the same.

The democratization of information.

It's up to us.

In Formation

Um.

If Earth collapsed down to black hole status, It's new size would equal a small glass playing marble that has, The same mass as, And still weighs the same weight that Earth now is, A marble more heavy than a diamond is dense. To pulverize and shrink Earth down to such a degree, Every last bit of space that's still empty, Must be wrung out like water from a sponge, Every last bit of space that's still empty, A complete and full expunge - From between every branch of every tree

Moving in formation. And, moving information.

OMG hurry. Come here look. Before it disappears.

A dazed & confused inquiry into The Law of Conservation of Mass.

Our big bright sun is located eight light-minutes away, It hides from us at the end of each day. Each morning returning, Orange and burning. That faithful fiery ball of lava, Risin’ from the horizon like a fresh cup of java. The sun’s light hitting your face, Just spent eight minutes racing through space. Like the crack of the bat at the ballpark that you see, but don’t hear, till a split moment later, But the sunlight’s time-delay is eight minutes greater. If the sun turned

Scaling Recurring Patterns. All made up of self-similar bit-parts. All the while also playing a self-similar bit-part inside of something larger.

SEPTEMBER 11, 2024 Conspiracy theory type thinking arrests all clear thinking and reason, Knee-jerk conspiracy theory type thinking is the con’s piracy of reality, The con artist could be anybody, The con artist could be you or me, The con artist is anybody that fools themself into thinking, That all awful acts of terror always require, Deeper complexity and plotting, With wider-spread collaboration and secrecy, And the sure-fire cover-up of inside-job evidence, Plus als

We believe in one Universe, the Atoms, they’re all mighty, the makeup of matter and Earth, and of all that is, seen and unseen. We believe in one reward, Evolution, the only Sum of Atoms, eternally begotten of the Elements, Atoms from Atoms, Light from Light, true Atoms from true Atoms, begotten, not made, one in being with the Elements Through elements all things were made. For us men and for our salvation, elements came down fr

On rare occasions I was lucky enough to find a book back in the 300′s. This said, reading a book in the year 300 was a pain in the ass. The reading of the words was incredible, but actually handling the actual physical book itself was a huge chore. They had book technology down to a science by 600, but back in the 3 and 400′s the engineer-design-work of books was terrible. Have you ever accidentally unrolled four or five feet of your toilet paper while yanking away at it b

Steady as a metronome. Like the tempo of a turning signal.

From the tiniest most microscopic. To the hugest most astronomic.

Try not to die.