K pretty sure my brain just melted and poured out my nose and ears... This is a video from the middle of about an hours worth of mind blowing shit, the next clip is just as insane.

What it comes down to, though, is that I don't hate "other people" quite this much.  Yet.

July 14, 2015. Pyongyang was no longer recognisable. Ruins stood where large statues and imposing government buildings previously towered. The North Korean leaders were rumoured to be in Beijing, granted asylum by the Chinese who didn't seem to let the demolition of Korea dampen their enthusiasm for war. Evacuation drills became the norm throughout the world. The UN no longer held any meetings discussing sanctions or bans. That time had long since passed.  Dr. Akers expounded to his new lab assistant, an eager young individual, something of a rarity these days.  "Two days ago, a small group of ants from the top half of the tank wandered into a newly built chamber for larvae of the other species. They massacred the young and were eventually discovered and killed by the enemy soldier ants. This seems to have sparked several different skirmishes amongst the two species at different points in the tank. This is quite remarkable." The assistant was taking notes on her tablet at lightning speed, her hands a blur. And then the sun was blacked out. An eerie green glow bathed everything outside. People ran out to the streets, finding the horizon awash with radiation. Had the unthinkable happened? Television sets around the country showed nothing but static, cell phone signals were jammed. In Paris, the solitary, eastern base column of the Eiffel Tower fell to the ground in a burning heap. There was a sense of finality to it but also a sense of foreboding. Like the first in a set of dominoes, it crashed into the earth. The worst fears of mankind had come true. The smouldering embers of what was left of Paris was viewed by the intergalactic being with great interest through the lens of his cosmic microscope. He turned to his brother, the scientist. "Maybe it's because they have nothing else to do. Why don't you throw in a little bit of food?"

“For many feverish years he was burdened with the sensation, an ancient one to be sure, that the incredible sprawl of human history was no more than a pathetically partial record of an infinitely vast and shadowed chronicle of universal metamorphoses. How much greater, then, was the feeling that his own pathetic history formed a practically invisible fragment of what itself was merely an obscure splinter of the infinite. Somehow he needed to excarcerate himself from the claustral dungeon cell of his life. In the end, however, he broke beneath the weight of his aspiration. And as the years passed, the only mystery which seemed worthy of his interest, and his amazement, was that unknown day which would inaugurate his personal eternity, that incredible day on which the sun simply would not rise, and forever would begin.”