Nearly everything about space is empty. So why does matter, matter?
Easy, nowhere else can there be an lama riding an llama with the reins in one hand and a pancake in the other. Other places or non-places can claim to have that, but they don't. They are cheap imitators. Now you may say that a llama and a horse are not all that different, but tell that to the horse. Of course, you're going to hear nothing much. Besides that Mr. Ed, he was really animatronic. Looked real enough to fool you, didn't he? Without James Randi I'd have never of known myself. Not that I really trust him either, but I guess one man's artist is another man's savior, is another mand's doctor is another man motorcycle mechanic. Unless you are a lama. Then my understanding is that the pancake is really more like a roti and it really just fooled you all into believing that the waffle house started to allow llamas in the drive-thru. Just so you know, they don't. Don't even try it. I did and it is safe to say that next time I'm getting the coffee and just spilling it on me and suing right away instead of eating the pancake first.
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There's the Something and there's the Nothing.
Like two colors just sitting there.
Neither of 'em were good or bad or angry or happy or anything, separated as they were, they were just two different splotches of color, like white and black, light and dark.
So Something was basically just another Nothing until it started to get all tangled up with the Nothing and that's when things started to get really Interesting.
For some Reason.
Ahahaha. You sir, are a study in contrasts.
A study of contrasts in motion through space-time yah.
The fastest and most mindless of our scouts raced away from us into the darkness to provide us with the space to appreciate space.
Selfishly creating the machinery to appreciate the machinery of the race.
And since we've already lost the race to the edge of infinity, burdened by the gravity and the operation of sentience and the machinery of communication as we are, unwilling to trade the weight of it for speed, we might as well turn away from THAT race and do our bit to create a race toward infinite sentience and infinite appreciation, one that we still might win.
Sucks being the nest builders of the universe sometimes y'know it ain't sexy and cool and everything but the fastest guys aren't self-aware or even capable of realizing how much fun they're supposed to be having as they blast away into the nothingness.
We're actually lucky to be the ones to study the contrasts and seek out the best contexts.
That's why you always find the wizards hanging out with the hobbits, smoking pipes out on the front porch and chuckling after a nice hobbit dinner, listening to the breeze moving through the leaves and the water moving in the lake and staring up from the quiet and comfortable places at the bottom of a gaudy star-filled light-speed celebrity universe that's careening and roaring around wildly and mindlessly over their heads.
Its a good thing that we don't have to listen to all the noise they're making way the heck back here in the bleachers ahaha.
It could be that it has already happened. We barely comprehend other advanced forms of life like whales and stuff. Those are the easy ones too. The really advanced stuff may not even look or act like animals. Maybe it rides the solar wind and eats neutrinos.
Perhaps the wizards moved on, expanding out, beyond form, wiping away distinctions and polarities so that no technology or traces were left behind. Or almost all traces. Being that powerful it would be mandatory to step lightly. The footprints would be beyond dangerous otherwise.
Beaches; where the ocean and the land meet are where things are interesting. Wizards of the coast. That is indeed what those beings are.
Hmmm, playing by the rules might lose the race. Altering the rules, dropping form and function and temporal limitations, now... a whole different kind of winning.
Anything that powerful can probably pop down to ant-size and kick back and watch Young Frankenstein anytime it wants.
Might take a bit of time to insert and extricate if he's trying to be careful and not upset everything.
Whales may sing songs in four dimensional pictures and they may have the neural mass to record everything they ever see or hear or think but the reality is that they have it a little too easy to ever do anything as interesting as Knight Rider y'know there's no Knight Rider Equivalent for Dolphins either they're actually a lot like the useless Rich Man's Sons of Planet Earth I mean it'd probably be fun to see through their super-powerful senses and swim around eating and singing the night away comfortably in sub-zero water for about five minutes but then you'd start to see the lack of limitations in the vehicle as a limitation in potential plot twists and fires to fight and crises to overcome and you'd realize that you wouldn't ever think to laugh at how stupid your hair looks on a "bad hair day" as a dolphin and you'll realize how lucky the guy's who have bad hair days are as you munch raw fish and try to remember what hot pizza cheese tasted like.
A whale would be perfect to modify and ship into space and use as a sentient spaceship.
It could be Jonah and the Whale of a Thousand and One Suns or something.
Except Farscape kind of did that already. So did the Lexx bug-creature ship of doom thing.
Bruce Sterling is the only one I've seen who's decided that transmigration of the species is a technological problem we'll move though and then on into a world where bodies become different and varied to suit the current environment.
Maybe it could be like Futurama. We already know you can not have arms, legs and stuff and be sentient and conscious. So wonder just how much can be moved around and morphed before it becomes TOO weird. Pizza rocks, so that whole hallway with chattering celebrity heads would probably fail.
Though maybe Stephen Hawking would volunteer for duty if it was some REALLY cool space algae type stuff which glowed special colors in ultraviolet and everything.
*must... resist... Stephen... Hawking... jokes...*
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