I think "heat death" and "big freeze" mean the same thing, don't they?
I think "heat death" and "big freeze" mean the same thing, don't they?
That is discounting inter-dimensional travel!
Gravity does has several theories to explain it because we don't fully understand how it works.
Anywhoo, you and downtown got me interested: What does a Mormon hell look like?
Honestly, you probably don't know significantly less than many physicists.Shows what I know.
Gravity does has several theories to explain it because we don't fully understand how it works.
Anywhoo, you and downtown got me interested: What does a Mormon hell look like?
It's a 24/7 buffet involving free unlimited tea, coffee, various kinds of alcohol, tobacco, mind-altering drugs, prostitutes, and of course free unlimited gambling. There's pornography plastered all over the walls as well, and if you don't partake in the buffet you have to go to a room where it's always Sunday and all you do is build blasphemous wooden statues of religious icons while caffeine is pumped into your veins. Everyone wears sleeveless shirts and nobody's related or married.
I hope that our resident Mormons aren't offended, I just tried to list as many of the "Mormons shouldn't be doing this" things as I could (or opposites of things they should be embracing), based on the lists I found online. I figure.. If they're not allowed to do it, it must be happening in hell!
I would've perhaps voted 'extinction of the human race', but I think a simple statement like that kinda implies 'within the next hundred years' or something stupid.
No, I actually meant anytime in the future.
I just realized that I should have voted for the extinction of humanity. I'm reasonably sure the total heat death of the universe will get us.
[On missing the Big Bang] That's too bad, the next one might not be for awhile.
I don't know. The poem is a bit of a puzzle. It seems to saying that after having loved others, you finally come to love yourself. But this may not be a valid reading.
(I always thought the lyrics were "Do you believe in life after love?")
Derek Walcott said:Love after Love
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.