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Starry Night by Vincent VanGogh (above) and reimagined by Alex Ruiz (below)
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You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.
And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.
And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.
And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly.Amen.
- Aaron Freeman
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Source: flickr.comPalmyra’s Theatre, buried beneath the sand until 1950’s, Syria (by Julian Kaesler).
Source: thedailywhatInfographic of the Day: In which gay rights in the U.S. — marriage, adoption, employment discrimination protection, hate crime laws, and whether schools have regulations to ban harassment based on gender and sexual orientation — are broken down state by state (using rainbow colors, of course).
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This is extremely interesting. It’s sad to see how pathetic the Southeast is… especially since I live in SC.
every book you’ve ever read is just a different combination of 26 letters
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Civil War is a 2006-2007 Marvel Comics crossover storyline built around a self-titled seven-issue limited series written by Mark Millar and penciled by Steve McNiven, which ran through various other titles published by Marvel at the time.
Pretty much Civil War has a no holds bar and involves nearly every mutant or human or alien known in the Marvel-verse and just fucks things up.
The United States decides to pass the Superhuman Registration Act, which requires anybody in the USA with any sort of superhuman abilities to to register with the federal government as a “human weapon of mass destruction,” reveal their true identity to the authorities, and undergo proper training.
Characters within the superhuman community in the Marvel Universe split into two groups:
- one advocating the registration as a responsible obligation, and
- the other opposing the law on the grounds that it violates civil liberties and the protection that secret identities provide.
Warning: This arc will have you feeling so many feelings. Continue at your own discretion. Under the read more will be the issues to avoid dash clogging.
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If a guy that I was dating was to wear that… My panties would be halfway to China.
This outfit is classy as fuck
i need that.
dapper as fuck
i want this on my body why isn’t thIS ON MY BODY…
ahahaha referencing this
wonder how much this would cost…
Kat was a king who fell in love with prostitutes.
Josien was a porn artist who fell in love with slaves.
Jamie was a duck who likes to eat in fancy restaurants with old people.
James was a king who fell in love with stray cats.
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