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How do people let go of each other?
When Carl was five years old, he wondered about the stars: what were they? Unsatisfied with the answers he got from his friends and from adults he knew, Carl went to the library and asked for a book about stars. The librarian handed him … a book on celebrities! In Keay Davidson’s Carl Sagan: A Life, Carl explained how his fascination with the cosmos began:
“I gave it back to her and said, “This wasn’t the kind of stars I had in mind.” She thought this was hilarious, which humiliated me further. She then went and got the right kind of book. I took it—a simple kid’s book. I sat down on a little chair—a pint-sized chair—and turned the pages until I came to the answer.
And the answer was stunning. It was that the Sun was a star but really close. The stars were suns, but so far away they were just little points of light…. And while I didn’t know the [inverse] square law of light propagation or anything like that, still, it was clear to me that you would have to move that Sun enormously far away, further away than Brooklyn [for the stars to appears as dots of light]….
The scale of the universe suddenly opened up to me. [It was] kind of a religious experience. [There] was a magnificence to it, a grandeur, a scale which has never left me. Never ever left me.”
http://www.neatorama.com/2009/11/09/10-neat-facts-about-carl-sagan/
1 week before Body: hey so you're bout to get your period so imma send you some mild cramps as a reminder. Me: okay thanks for the update. 3 days before Body: *cramps get stronger* Hey..this is just another reminder that the time is near. Me: *screams* Day of Body: Sending in missiles of mass destruction in 3...2...1... Me: *battle cry* BRING IT, BITCH.
Me: *has to study for math test Me: *can't study unless desk is perfectly neat and organized* Me: *gets bored of cleaning, texts* Logical Brain Side: I should study... Creative Brain Side: Yeah but I don't want to... ADHD: SHE CAN STUDY IN THE MORNING Brain: sounds reasonable Me: *doesn't study in the morning next day*
When my mom says I have a visitor
You know how canaries were historically brought into coal mines, because if the mine was full of carbon monoxide the canary would die first and the miners would be able to escape before they died too?
I just found the greatest thing.
This is a canary resuscitator.
When the miners notice the canary getting sick with carbon monoxide poisoning, they can close that circular hatch so no more gas gets into the canary cage, and open the valve on that oxygen tank to keep the canary breathing. In other words, they made a spacesuit for birds.
By immediately giving the canary access to clean air, the miners can save it from the poison. The bird lives. To be clear, this is not for economic purposes, this was specifically created because the miners felt bad and wanted to save the bird.
Isn’t that just the perfect demonstration of what humans are like? We started sacrificing small creatures to save ourselves, and then felt bad and spent our valuable resources on saving the critters too. Because yeah the canary was the only way to test for CO, but it’s a living creature too, dammit!
I should get on tumblr more often...
Life is a tornado and I'm just a cow being spun around for cinematic value.
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