Once upon a time and a very nice time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo... His father told him that story: his father looked at him through a glass: he had a hairy face.
He was baby tuckoo. The moocow came down the road where Betty Byrne lived: she sold lemon platt.
O, the wild rose blossoms
On the little green place.
He sang that song. That was his song.
O, the green wothe botheth.
James Joyce is my homeboy!
__________________ "Yeah it's kinda funny, isn't it: How I can build while you just sit there and bitch about your syllabus. "
60 minutes per hour.
24 hours in a day.
60 x 24 = 1440
1440 x 365 = 525,600
Astrologers believe that, by corresponding the position of the heavenly bodies with the exact minute and location of your particular crotch of origin, every nuance concerning yourself can be revealed.
There are almost 7 billion people on Earth as of April 1, 2008.
There are 525,600 minutes in a year.
This is an overture, not science.
7,000,000,000 / 525,600 = 13,318.113
Earth's surface area is 510,072,000 km²
1 m² = 0.000001 km²
510,072,000 / 0.000001 = 510,072,000,000,000 m² on which to be squeezed out, assuming a normal human can be birthed on a squared meter.
Nothing is static, so the yearly astrological values attributed to any minute of the year and point on the sphere will change over the course....
It has been rumoured that there are more people alive than have ever died. Supposing that is true: add 6,000,000,000.
13,000,000,000 people, give or take, have existed on this planet.
Humans have existed for about 195,000 years, in their current, balding, form.
525,600 x 195,000 = 102,492,000,000 minutes of humanity, each with their own corresponding and unique star chart, so long as 1 of the some 13,000,000,000 beings crept out of the dark then.
-snow, flake probability-
Walk with me and my candle, down
our tunnel.
Pay attention to the things I show you.
Never mind those windows
(out which there are dark, succinct oceans of nearly vaccuums
and distant, spherical lanterns
framed by the moist walls,
small bugs and vermin whose
shadow bodies make what little
light we have seem to writhe.
i can almost taste--).
This was very well written, very thought provoking. I enjoyed it very much.
"They fought and they clawed like savages. At the end none had found what they were looking for; and they simply returned to nothing, like they were before."
