New Study Suggests 36 Alien Civilizations In The Milky Way, But...
The Answer, we hope--that we eventually get (might be vouchsafed)--when we call out "¿Anybody there?" will be: (technical information) How Exactly to control Nuclear Fusion, so as to áccelerate a Spaceship at a constant 1-G for the first half of its Voyage, and to décelerate the said-spaceship at the same force of gravity for the second half of its Voyage--in order that we might travel among the stars and arrive at our destinations within our own lifetimes. I can't figure how else to do it. Though I admit, the stark forêverness of never being able to go back home (or anywhere that I had been) would be stomach-knotting.
I burn hot. I tend to exhaust people in conversation, like Margaret Fuller did Carlyle. Which leaves me (but apparently not Margaret) always wishing I'd shut up sooner. I have quite a few friends and not many enemies, but I'm very proud of the few I do have. There is consensus among my friends about me, which is how I know to write about myself. What my enemies think of me I have no idea. That, of course, could be dangerous.
The list of interests and favorites is absurdly partial and half-assed, particularly as to music and books. It's the stupid format of the blog itself, as given, that, of course, I color outside the lines and burst the seams of.
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