Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Thousand: Seven Hundred Twenty-Nine

life like that. Takes a million years to come up with one idea. One! I mean, I’m not kidding here. A million for one. And we’re not even talking a good idea. The years go by and you think you’re thinking along pretty good when, bam!, the sun goes red giant on you, your thinking speeds up to one idea for every 153,512 years, lickety-split, then the sun collapses to white dwarf, and, man, it’s all over. In deep space there is no time. It’s cold. So cold that no thought would come within a million miles borne on a

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