Maybe, you have never in your life seen the heavenly bodies magnified.
YOU SHOULD PROBABLY DO THAT SHIT. LIKE, SOON.
under 200x's magnification, you can see the Moon's craters on the Terminator line. That's the line between the shadow and the lit area of the surface of the moon.
There are impact craters on the moon, that even at the quarter size it is of Earth, is God Damn chilling.
Our laughably tiny existence on Earth, referring to not only our nervous twitch in the blink of the eye of generations that is our life, but the (super-)time-lent-based-on-evidence-of-intellectualism-snow-balling-into-intergalactic-expansion presence on this globe, is like flushing the end of the toilet paper roll down and wondering if the roll is going to ware out before the Eco-conscious 6-liter tank drains.
Have you ever looked out the window of an aeroplane at night and seen a comet (or if you lucky, a meteorite) traveling parallel with the dark horizon?
2012?
Forget the translation loosing some finer details, that event is a daily threat to the whole populous of the planet, and if we're really in the V.I.P. room of the Las Vegas of the Cosmo's, the whole beautiful orb.
Have you ever heard of the Asteroid Belt?
THAT WAS A PLANET.
Several years ago, there was only 9 planets. Now, there's more than eleven. Pluto's is declassified, and several planets inside the ring of asteroid belt have been identified.
HOW THE HELL ON EARTH IS THIS POSSIBLE?
A guy with a McGuyver'd, jury-rigged, Bill-Nye-O-Scope of the early centuries found that "satellite" Pluto. How, in the spare time of the star-gazers and Philosophers and countless wandering people in the Kalihari can you miss that huge black spot where once bright stars were?
I'll tell you...
It's the frigging Men In Black.
With their intimadating "Mr. Blonde" suit jackets, collective-consciousness powered suicide-apon-apprehension go-get-'em.
(yeah right.)
Read Larry Niven and some other clever son of a Piven dingo's book,
"the Mote in God's eye."
Here are some pictures taken from an older digital camera positioned over a telescope aimed at the Moon. Whilst slightly swaying to the gentle breeze of inebriation, I considered the possibility of an extinction level event.
One, that by far and wide,
FAR PAST SURPASSING BUSTA RHYMES WICKED CONCEPT ALBUM.
As a Canadian; a fellow human that revels in the Drake Equation, and a rowdy hyper-active, and a impulse-driven thrill-seeker, and the kinda guy that likes to get right stuffed at a camp-site BBQ and has to be convinced that a swim in the 5 AM frozen dawn of Easter long weekend in the Muskoka's Moon River by his own drunken logic after secretly sneaking onto someone else's campsite and preparing a one-man feast out of the contents of the temporarily visiting campers cooler VIA a whisper-absent beaver-stroke canoe beaching, the type of person known for telling people twice his age to shut the God Damn Fuck up when someone three times both their ages is talking, and the last guy that you'd expect (based on vocabulary, personal presentation, respect and manor, mannerism and reaction,) to instantaneously and blindly give the benefit of the doubt to any 1 of the 6,000,000,000 other erect or crawling humanoids on this platform or any other...
-Recognize your fellow human.
-Earth is small, fragile, and easily understood.
-WE ARE ALL UNDER SERIOUS DANGER OF BEING ELIMINATED FROM EXISTANCE FROM POWERS BEYOND OUR CONTROL, UNDERSTANDING AND INFLUENCE.
-If the 4 cylinder Toyota Echo has over 2000 moving parts and can do a buck 55, imagine if it had 6,000,000,000 parts, annnd didn't need gas. (global super-structure projects.)
-Personal outerspace vehicles are simple to design. (the owner of Amazon.com is launching a model in 2012.)
-the populus of Earth is capable is creating a global environment that produces enough to over feed our planet and build a surplus great enough to supply and nurish other neighbouring planets (Mars and XENA, a FUCKIN HUGE planet) with the crops to sustain new colonies and advanced areas of research and exploration, and intergalactic travel (outside our solar system.) -TRY TO BRING BACK RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE. (911 is cold, let's get seriously invlovled with our power in numbers, "Take the power back!")
ISSUE ZERO MAGAZINE, THE PLATFORM FOR RANDOM ACTS OF KINDNESS AND FURIOUS UNSTOPPABLE FORCES OF JUSTIFIABLE RETRIBUTION, IS THE PLACE TO GO IF YOU BELIEVE IN THE ABOVE, (WITHOUT HAVING TO DISCUSS IT IN GREAT POINTLESS DETAIL WITH US, UNLESS YOU'RE DISCOVERING SOMETHING RADICALLY NEW AND CAN'T STOP YOURSELF FROM PUBLICIZING NEW, FREE AND SUPERIOR TECHNOLOGY AND HARDWARE, AFTER OF COURSE, CRITICAL AND IN-DEPTH SCRUTINY OF SAID "INFORMATION") AND HAVE DECIDED TO JUST MAKE THIS CONTENENT AND THE OTHERS A MUCH MORE "DOPE AS HELL" PLACE TO KIGGIDITY KICK IT ON. ANNNND, IF YOU CAN'T JUST CHILL OUT AND DRINK WITHOUT FIGHTING, MAYBE YOU SHOULD STOP THAT POWER-CHUGGING, AND GET YOURSELF AN ABACUS. #0 EXITUS SIFR MAKZAM
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