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The space between stars is best described as...

whales man. fucking whales

no professor there’s no need to call it “in between stars” to give it a deeper or flowery meaning, because it’s also beside, beneath, behind, ahead, and above. to answer your deeply hollow prompt, the poetic pretentiousness of which truly infuriates me, is nothing. nothing is between. and there is no problem with that if it’s not the best description. who’s the judge of this “best” even? also, it’s nothingness first — the majority of it, almost all of it basically — with a blip of fire and dust and chemicals here and there. why can’t you let “nothing” be the significant, not the stars. why do we have to make the existent the significant? for that matter, not everything’s got to be turned into something fucking poetic. just leave it alone. for that matter, i correct myself: let the nothing be the hero. and i don’t mean the space “nothing” or the vacuum; i mean nothing nothing. like, don’t make anything the hero.


and there’s no need to make sense of some things. yeah, it’s good to be curious, it’s awesome to be curious. i love science. it gave us ships and bluetooth and zips and airfryers. it’s all great. but the singular celebration and worship of the understood troubles me. and i’m not promoting any god or non-god manifestos. just want to let somethings be man. why cats spring after pooping or why plants feel pain — science has no concrete reason so far, and it’s okay, man, i don’t really want to know everything, it’s nice like this. i’m honestly glad there sometimes. maybe sometimes celebrate things just for being; they still are significant without reason or a mechanism breakdown. you and i both don’t have a definite explanation on why whales strand themselves and what’s more fucking beautiful than that. my sister stranded herself and never came back. there’s no reason there too. and she’s beautiful. like the last time I saw her at least.


i am so glad, i am so glad, i am so glad that humans don’t have a clear expanation on why we dream. it is the most beautiful mystery and i’d like to live with the magic. I also don’t want your theory on why my cat jumps randomly without stimulus. don’t fucking care. let her do what she wants to do.

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