Blips On The Radar Infinite August 18th, 2020 I remember the sweet sounds of the modem dialing up, the connection to the virtual rooms where chatting about what life would be like if we evolved from say, reptiles instead of apes, midnight musings rambling towards morning meditations leading to evening revelations of a metaphysical sort, and the knowledge that everything will be alright. One day our sun will cease being as it is now, and we will have long ceased being what we are now, so what is the problem in knowing that everything will be alright? Those that make it past the lines of famine, disease, civil-unrest, revolt, revolution, war, disease, rinse, repeat, seemingly endlessly population crashing events, what will they leave behind? Did we not have a massive flue pandemic just an 100 years since? Let's try to leave a better piece of this cosmic puzzle than we got, because we are so much closer than we are apart, and we can create new potential futures that will forever make these decades blips on the radar infinite.
