I'm reminded that Sir Isaac Newton wasn't knighted for his many contributions to science and apple picking; he became Sir Isaac because of his work standardizing Great Britain's currency.
Money. We've always thought it was more important than gravity. Or math. Or the universe.
How many bitcoin in a shilling? Or is that how many shillings in a bitcoin?
I feel like I'm a little bit late to this party - it seems so obvious now - but have you noticed how in every monster movie ever made there's always one character (more often than not the mad scientist to blame for whatever it was that happened in Act 1) who wants to save the monster? They want to stop the shrinking number of humans involved in the narrative from killing it, figure out some way to communicate with it, study it, reanimate the flesh of a dead woman to provide the monster with a mate, maybe move it to a small farm in upstate Vermont.
I'm more of a nuke the site from orbit kind of guy.
Science has developed technology that will allow human beings to see 11 billion years into the past.
Drunk with the storm
The trees
Full of green
Bend and sway in the wind
As if choreographed by Twyla Tharp
Soft then sharp
The leaves make jazz hands
Connected then separate then connected
Partners then soloists then partners again
Birds take shelter
Puffed out balls of feathers
In the broken flower pots
That sit in the corner of the back porch
The birdfeeder is empty
Rain water rattles through the gutters
Unheard by the sullen birds
A voice says, "We need the rain"
We always need the rain
It gives the trees a chance to dance
A time machine appears outside the blacksmith's shop in 1880 Portsmouth. The Blacksmith stops his work, resting his hammer on the anvil and watches as three people exit the time machine; a Doctor, a Lawyer, and an Indian Chief.
