The Final Frontier

your left ear, the right ear, and the final front ear (ha)

Anyway, Space, The Universe, The Vast, The Cosmos, The Void, The Infinite Volume, The All, Everything, Reality, The Mind-Bogglingly Big Never-ending Expanse of Inky Black...

Everything in the Universe is vibrating, I am told.   And "empty space" is not actually empty, too.  Spacetime is full of good stuff.   So the Universe is bounded by absolute zero, where nothing moves, and there is no heat, and the boundary is only-god-knows-how-much-further-out from the limits of our telescopes and understanding (the "known universe").   I have heard the "average point in space is pitch black" which is interesting, I guess.  Hawking said spacetime "began" with the Big Bang and therefore there was no time "before" the Universe popped/exploded into being.  I don't buy that, myself.   Space is infinite, and time is, too, if you ask me, but what do I know.    

I suppose all the stars will wink out and the Universe will go dark, and everything will return to being All Black ("murdered out" (??) - like a rapper's Navigator, ha).    But I know nothing on that score.   Shit, maybe every square inch will be filled by light.   I don't think I care.

Space is the place for Ace hardware, Ace Frehley, and Ace Ventura.   Ace Young and Ace Old.   Racy lace and cold cases.   Anyway.   There are x stars in x galaxies across a known universe x distance across, with x forms of life, and x potentially habitable exoplanets, and x years left before our sun engulfs our planet, which has an estimated x years left anyway before the x population of earth all die from x.

If we are to be a space-faring species, we need to do x.    Terraforming involves x.   The technology we have already developed is x, and the tech we need is x.   Solve for x.

wordplay: cetaceans of the cretaceous,   cruel crew make me long for kind kin,   Jewish/ Christian Jesus Christ's job/career as a joiner carpenter.   Your ordination has been ordained by God.    Retarded and rewarded.   All or nothing, and awl or something.   Marrying the Universe?  Knot at all!    The face of faith.   Rene and Stimpy.   Bed time and the end of times.   The sibilant sounds of Slytherin, where syllables of speech using S signify and symbolize the sinful hissing of a satanic serpent.   Ack-kill-lades for legis-slay-tors.    LOL, law of the land.   The dom basketball player dunked on a drunk.   Sticking to hard and fast rules doesn't always make the best porn, said the Baptist rapist.  Ruin8.   Murdering murderous Murdock with merciless malice and meanness.    Loving the dove hovering above with kid gloves.   Washing Washington with pure love, pure fury, and pure cure.