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Adding onto this from my twt: it’s especially important to me now, and to all my recent thoughts that are “will I regret [thing I’m doing] when I die?” Usually the brackets contain things like: worry so much, hide who I am, or resent the world.

My point is: I realized nothing I currently worry about is going to matter when I die. So I went out to eat tonight. Saw this movie again. Didn’t regret not seeing it, because that never happened. Wore my glasses for once, took out my piercing. In a world full of malice and fear, love is what we’ll ultimately be remembered for. If aliens found us, or we found them, I like to think we will love each other—it glues the cosmic web together.

A sun loves its planets, in a way. Love is what kept us alive for 300k years. Care: both of one another and ourselves. And who’s to say that our love won’t transcend beyond the creatures of earth? When we find the first signature of life, probably microbial and within our own solar system, we will love these cells because of what they mean. We are not alone.

And PHM expresses the joy of this realization so viscerally, it’s unlike anything I’ve seen from a space movie in a long, long time.

Grace finds Rocky and they are both overjoyed at each other’s presence. They find comfort in one another—two incredibly different but still so similar beings.

It’s what holds us together as children of the universe. It’s our beacon, saying, “look at how much we thrive together. Look at how far we’ve come because of it. Does anyone else out there love, too? Are we, as beings of intellect, not alone?”

And the answer PHM provides is hugely optimistic, but I think it works because it builds off our fundementals as humans, whilst also clashing with unique extraterrestrial concepts. And it plays with the fact we don’t know everything, Eridians didn’t, either, but Grace is able to explain some unknowns to him.

Yes I'm going to go through tags and play dolls today. Sorry last few days have been crazy

After slowly getting over The Plague, Sunday night I got a call for a non native pet snake found in someone's yard. Either escaped or released

(Along with the other 5 million things I do I am our local snake catcher, wrangler, rehabber along with various other wildlife but reptiles are my specialty)

So go get this snake. It is a cornsnake. He is injured. So last two days have been spent running him back and forth to the vet when I am not at work for snake surgery to repair his wounds. And coaching soccer because again my life isn't busy enough (I had 3 hours of sleep yesterday I was dead)

Anyway snake and the soccer team are looking great and I actually slept last night so we can do the fandom thing today.

Snake tax below the cut Katchy don't look

Big scary dragon. Little chunky unicorn. forehead to forhead, broken horn turned away just So. Fangs and claws all put away. Speaking softly. And they're men.