by Mac Tonnies
Astronomers are learning that the vast majority of the universe's matter takes a form that eludes casual analysis. We've found that we're an anomaly; if there's such a thing as a "galactic federation" or universal hive-mind, our baryonic nature might preclude membership.
Perhaps we're the outcasts, cosmic untouchables whiling away the millennia in the stale galactic margins.
So I write from a perspective of profound isolation -- existing, but only barely. And hoping the dark matter gods deign to materialize in our skies . . .
For more perspectives on why we don't exist visit The Huge Entity.
3 comments:
Cheer up, maybe being made of meat and star-stuff is like being eligible for Mensa.
Instead of being cosmic harijan, we're actually an exclusive club.
Discorporates will have to use the tradesmens entrance. They will not get the really good sherry after dinner, because they have no mouths. So there.
That is all erroneous what you're writing.
I completely tie in with anything you have presented us.
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