Third eye drops are intended for open-minded adults.

Now administering third eye drops. Lovely friends, thank you for entangling your qualia with my mouth noises.

I treasure your presence always.

And I would like to take a solid throbbing handful of moments to recognize that we've done it.

We've done something so incredible. We have no idea how we even did it.

On the unimaginable cosmic spectrum of space, time, consciousness, we've managed to somehow emerge from the mystery of non-being

into an unbelievable circumstance. the impossibly tiny Goldilocks zone of incarnations that not only made

it here, but the even smaller subset of those that know they know, that can look upon the

limitless mystery of our universe and actually consider its glory, its wonder, its horror, all of it.

Well, definitely not all of it, but a whole lot more than anything else that we know of.

Supposedly like three quarters of the universe is dark matter, so I'm sure aside, congratulations, condolences and whatever else.

But dark matter alien prognostication aside, congratulations, condolences, and whatever else on that.

Mostly congratulations, though,

because despite the fact that we've got to get off

this ride and plunge back into the

abyss of entropy and despite the psychic weather around these parts as of late with the discourse and the division and whatnot.

This whole thing is definitely a rare ass privilege so much so that it doesn't really make any sense.

The odds that were even here and have a stable cosmic condition, it really doesn't seem like it's possible. Not that I know

the odds, mind you, but I have heard physicists try to explain the odds with silly cartoonish numbers before,

and it's hilarious to hear them attempt to make sense of it without some sort of teleology, without some sort of

purpose. Bless them for what they're doing though. Don't get me wrong. I am so glad that there are people

out there slogging through the muck of cosmic analytics. There's real knowledge there.

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