The stars you see at night are not transcendent objects made from aether as Aristotle believed: they are made from the same material as you. They are your distant relatives and when you die you will return to them. As our planet reaches its firey demise, your atoms will spread across the Universe and you will become part of another planet, perhaps even another living being. Maybe ancient humans who worshipped the stars chose their gods wisely.
- 'Elemental' by Tim James
I wish you happiness, one day you'll find the right one / You're a queen, you deserve to be treated like one / Vacation for the mind every time I go to light one / Karma is a bitch, I'm well aware one day it might come
modern loneliness
i would kill to be there
to feel the shaking of the earth
as we strap our best and brightest onto a barely controlled explosion
to send them into a void devoid of life
I can’t wait to be a Scientist one day and get in an argument with someone and be like “well my research shows this” and then they’ll dispute my research and I’ll cry
i think i’m pluto
humans escaping into the cosmos
we weren’t built to go there
but we are built to break boundaries
never take no for an answer
so we move forward
what’s the opposite of spaghettification
“A Black Hole Disrupts a Passing Star” Illustration Credit: NASA, JPL-Caltech
how do you feel ab X Æ A-12
he(?) is going to be my best friend