schmidlap
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As a human, I acknowledge that that is a purely subjective view.
Space is a a seemingly limitless barren expanse hostile to earthly lifeforms.
We're nosy, but that is what the gods created robots for.
Crapping all over our little blue marble and absconding is a tawdry and irresponsible act.
Hauling human carcass baggage into the heavens is exponentially more costly, with the requirements for air, water, food, heating and cooling systems, video games, shielding from galactic cosmic rays, solar flare particles, radiation belt particles, etc.
Its unabashed hostility to our sort is the universe’s way of telling earthlings, “Stay where you are if you know what's good for you! Your little spheroid whirling about a yellow dwarf on the outskirts of a perfectly adequate, run-of-the-mill, spiral galaxy was made for you."
Keep it tidy, and you’ll be awarded the Intergalactic Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval. Foul it up, and nobody will take you in.
"Il faut cultiver son jardin.”
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Space is a a seemingly limitless barren expanse hostile to earthly lifeforms.
We're nosy, but that is what the gods created robots for.
We shall not cease from exploration,
and the end of all our exploring
will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time.
and the end of all our exploring
will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time.
Crapping all over our little blue marble and absconding is a tawdry and irresponsible act.
Hauling human carcass baggage into the heavens is exponentially more costly, with the requirements for air, water, food, heating and cooling systems, video games, shielding from galactic cosmic rays, solar flare particles, radiation belt particles, etc.
Its unabashed hostility to our sort is the universe’s way of telling earthlings, “Stay where you are if you know what's good for you! Your little spheroid whirling about a yellow dwarf on the outskirts of a perfectly adequate, run-of-the-mill, spiral galaxy was made for you."
Keep it tidy, and you’ll be awarded the Intergalactic Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval. Foul it up, and nobody will take you in.
"Il faut cultiver son jardin.”
...............................................................Here:
..........................................APPALLINGLY BAD TASTE:
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