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Science fact for today. If each of the 7 billion people on Earth had their own planet,
with another 7 billion people living on each of those 7 billion planets, and
all of those people had a baby, doubling the population, that's about how many
atoms there are in a small ant.
Assumption: the ant weighs 1 milligram and is made entirely out of water!
Method: H₂O atomic weight is 18, contains 3 atoms.
Avogadro's number (hydrogen atoms in a gram) is about 6*10^23
So 18g H₂O contains 3*6*10^23 atoms = 1.8e+24 or 1.8 septillion.
Our 1mg water ant is 18,000 times lighter, 1e+20 or one hundred quintillion atoms in that ant.
7 billion people squared times two is 98 quintillion, close enough.
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The true mind can weather all lies and illusions without being lost.
The true heart can touch the poison of hatred without being harmed.
From beginningless time, darkness thrives in the void,
but always yields to purifying light.
In the era before the Avatar, we bent not the elements,
but the energy within ourselves.
To bend another's energy, your own spirit must be unbendable,
or you will be corrupted and destroyed.
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A Scanner Darkly, by Philip K. Dick
AUTHOR'S NOTE
This has been a novel about some people who were punished entirely too much for what they did. They wanted to have a good time, but they were like children playing in the street; they could see one after another of them being killedrun over, maimed, destroyedbut they continued to play anyhow. We really all were very happy for a while, sitting around not toiling but just bullshitting and playing, but it was for such a terrible brief time, and then the punishment was beyond belief: even when we could see it, we could not believe it. For example, while I was writing this I learned that the person on whom the character Jerry Fabin is based killed himself. My friend on whom I based the character Ernie Luckman died before I began the novel. For a while I myself was one of these children playing in the street; I was, like the rest of them, trying to play instead of being grown up, and I was punished. I am on the list below, which is a list of those to whom this novel is dedicated, and what became of each.
Drug misuse is not a disease, it is a decision, like the decision to step out in front of a moving car. You would call that not a disease but an error in judgment. When a bunch of people begin to do it, it is a social error, a life-style. In this particular life-style the motto is "Be happy now because tomorrow you are dying," but the dying begins almost at once, and the happiness is a memory. It is, then, only a speeding up, an intensifying, of the ordinary human existence. It is not different from your life-style, it is only faster. It all takes place in days or weeks or months instead of years. "Take the cash and let the credit go," as Villon said in 1460. But that is a mistake if the cash is a penny and the credit a whole lifetime.
There is no moral in this novel; it is not bourgeois; it does not say they were wrong to play when they should have toiled; it just tells what the consequences were. In Greek drama they were beginning, as a society, to discover science, which means causal law. Here in this novel there is Nemesis: not fate, because any one of us could have chosen to stop playing in the street, but, as I narrate from the deepest part of my life and heart, a dreadful Nemesis for those who kept on playing. I myself, I am not a character in this novel; I am the novel. So, though, was our entire nation at this time. This novel is about more people than I knew personally. Some we all read about in the newspapers. It was, this sitting around with our buddies and bullshitting while making tape recordings, the bad decision of the decade, the sixties, both in and out of the establishment. And nature cracked down on us. We were forced to stop by things dreadful.
If there was any "sin," it was that these people wanted to keep on having a good time forever, and were punished for that, but, as I say, I feel that, if so, the punishment was far too great, and I prefer to think of it only in a Greek or morally neutral way, as mere science, as deterministic impartial cause-and-effect. I loved them all. Here is the list, to whom I dedicate my love:
To Gaylene deceased
To Ray deceased
To Francy permanent psychosis
To Kathy permanent brain damage
To Jim deceased
To Val massive permanent brain damage
To Nancy permanent psychosis
To Joanne permanent brain damage
To Maren deceased
To Nick deceased
To Terry deceased
To Dennis deceased
To Phil permanent pancreatic damage
To Sue permanent vascular damage
To Jerri permanent psychosis and vascular damage
... and so forth.
In Memoriam. These were comrades whom I had; there are no better. They remain in my mind, and the enemy will never be forgiven. The "enemy" was their mistake in playing. Let them all play again, in some other way, and let them be happy.
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RIP Bill Hicks, 1961 - 1994
died at age 32 of pancreatic cancer
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Once a guy stood all day shaking bugs from his hair. The doctor told him there were no bugs in his hair. After he had taken a shower for eight hours, standing under hot water hour after hour suffering the pain of the bugs, he got out and dried himself, and he still had bugs in his hair; in fact, he had bugs all over him. A month later he had bugs in his lungs.
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HELP REFUGEES
or Hitler's ghost will come and eat your loved ones
It's not okay to lock up vulnerable children in private off-shore concentration camps, with no media access or accountability.
I'm not sure what the best answer is. But I'm damn sure that's not it.
Beware: If you don't sign and share this petition, Hitler's ghost will come and eat your loved ones.
hitlers-ghost
HELP REFUGEES
or Hitler's ghost will come and eat your loved ones
It's not okay to lock up vulnerable children in private off-shore concentration camps, with no media access or accountability.
I'm not sure what the best answer is. But I'm damn sure that's not it.
Beware: If you don't sign and share this petition, Hitler's ghost will come and eat your loved ones.
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!!!!!! SQUARE WATERMELON !!!!!
# Japanese farmers grow normal watermelons in transparent square boxes made of glass, the fruit then grows into square shape naturally.
# Idea came up as a solution to consumers' struggle to fit the large round watermelon in their refrigerators, to cut it comfortably; and to make it easy for packing and selling.
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"Here it is: I like to find (a) simple solutions (b) to overlooked problems
(c) that actually need to be solved, and (d) deliver them as informally as
possible, (e) starting with a very crude version 1, then (f) iterating
rapidly." -- Paul Graham
http://www.paulgraham.com/newthings.html
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Santa, Santa in your sleigh,
Come and take my toys away
While I'm sleeping in my cot
Visit me and take the lot.
Santa, Santa set me free.
Clear an open space for me;
Me and all the girls and boys
Buried under heaps of toys.
Santa, Santa with your sack,
Come and take some plastic back;
Take it back and in its place,
Leave a little breathing space.
Michael Leunig, The Stick and Other Tales of Our Times
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This was my mother. She died of marijuana addiction 16 years ago. I never got to know her because of this horrible drug. People may say weed is harmless, but my mom is dead-proof that it is dangerous. When she was 14 years old and pregnant with me, she snorted marijuana during a rave. She didn't have a designated driver and decided to drive home herself. She got into a wreck. The guilt of the family she killed in the wreck made her addiction worse. As you can see from the pictures below, my mom's appearance changed a lot after adopting this lifestyle. She eventually overdosed while injecting weed into her buttocks. I was born three months after her death, so I never even got to meet her, yet I still miss her.
I've seen countless people suffer from this insurmountable addiction. It needs to stop.
R.I.P. Caroline Ellis (mom).
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