Just an odd thought on life itself, and how basically all life tries to create more life. Because of this life changes and adapts how it creates life. Starting first from cooperation of amino acids to create cells, cells dividing sharing dna, then sex for a new form of reproduction. All levels simply trying to survive and produce more life. Well, what I can foresee is a rather radical next jump the forms of life. What if, as great as humanity is, we were never meant to mingle among the stars. That instead we are to create that next form of life that will populate the stars. Imagine if you will large ships with automated controls and vast stores of genetic seeds. The ships are designed to run using nuclear fusion, feed on hydrogen and stars using the fused material to repair any damage they have sustained while they wander the stars. "Living" for millions of years, like days to them, traveling to find more planets to populate with life forms that will convert the raw materials of the planet into more seed ships. Living on this vast almost inconceivable time scale, as chance random encounters with other ships like themselves, exchanging information about the universe and about how to better repair or spread life. Living even beyond when the universe possibly expands so far that all the stars burn out and leave behind nothing more than gasses from which they feed and continue. Guess I'll never live long enough, but it might make a good Sci-Fi short.
Just got back from a wedding in Jersey, and have determined that New Jersey has a lot going for it, and a lot of peculiarities to it as well. First the good: Mandatory recycling. Recycling is curb side and everything goes, this is a great benefit, as there are no third parties involved or hippies to worry about, everyone just recycles. Recycling also requires little effort on the user, plastic, glass, and metals all go in the same container, then paper products in another. Now the strange: Everyone drives everywhere, but there are lots of trees. Like a giant suburbia, where the trees have not yet been killed off by the logging industry. Now, having ridden my bike for most of my life, and having walked the dogs in the morning, I have become more aware of my sense of smell. And oddly New Jersey smells like conflict, the conflict between the cars trying to pollute the world and the trees absorbing that pollution and releasing oxygen. Quite and odd balance when the brain is in a toss...
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