Nuts. Space is fucking nuts. For real man.
Space is fucking nuts.
First, it's fucking huge. There's nothing so fucking huge as space. It's fucking super huge.
It's so fucking huge, you ask me "is it like 20 Tokyo Domes?" and no man it's not even on the same level.
It's fucking infinite man. Goddamn. You can't even use units or shit. It's way the fuck beyond tatamis and hectares. It's fucking infinitely super huge.
And it's fucking expanding on us. It's fucking nuts, it's still fucking expanding.
That doesn't mean the earth is still getting bigger, I mean shit man. Think about the hallway in your house is getting bigger on you. Like, the toilet's gonna get way the fuck away from your room. Shit man.
Don't tell me the road to school, a year ago it took like 10 minutes to walk, but maybe 3 years from now the fucking bikes will take 2 hours to cross it. No fucking way the Earth's blowing up like that. You get what I'm say ing?
But space, it's fucking nuts man. It doesn't give a fuck about that shit, right? It expands however the fuck it wants to. It's so fucking huge that even light isn't going to get from one place to the other. Too fucking nuts.
I said it was infinite, but maybe it's more finite. But if it's finite, then it's like "hey then what's on the other side of space?" And nobody fucking knows that shit, man. Fucking nuts. Nobody knows, that's too fucking much.
It's cold as balls out there too. Like, 1 kelvin. That's -272 degrees Celcius. Fucking nuts. Too fucking cold, man. You'll die so fast you won't have time for a banana. Scary shit.
It's super nothing. Super empty. And, like, super calm, man. There hasn't been fuck out there for a billion years or whatever. Billion. These days, elementary school kids don't even know that fucking word.
When you think about Hubble and shit way out there in the fucking nuts depths of space, it's fucking super awesome. Go for it, hubble. Super go for it.
NUTS AS FUCK!
It's been proved that Earth is not at the centre of our solar system, and also that it's probably not at the centre of the galaxy. But what if our planet were the centre of THE UNIVERSE?
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It suddenly seems really obvious... might the universe be a bigger sun exploding in a bigger universe? And we're just on a bit of debris?
I read that off the back of a cereal box, traveled time, said it was my own, and then I sued the cereal manufacturer.
Space is big. You just won't believe how vastly, hugely, mind- bogglingly big it is. I mean, you may think it's a long way down the road to the chemist's, but that's just peanuts to space.