Nikolai Kardashev is a little known Russian astrophysicist—certainly in regards to the current phenomena of science-related pop-culture icons, but despite this, some of his ideas have seeped in through the cracks. If the layman recognises his name at all, it won't be for the work that he put into examining the quasar CTA-102, but for the more theoretical exercise of developing what we now know as the Kardashev Scale. Even if you're not familiar with its name, there's a chance that you'll know a bit about its substance: Nikolai proposed the idea that some galactic civilisations would be possibly millions—even billions—of years ahead of us in regards to technology, and developed a scale in order to help with the categorisation of any civilisations that we may come across, or possibly fit into ourselves.
What is time, and why do we seem to never have enough? Time is very much a paradox in that it doesn't exist exactly. If no conscious being is there to keep track of events, then time is only an idea. Deers, trees, birds do not feel the constant anxiety like human beings because they do not keep track of time, only the cycles of night and day and the passing of seasons. So why is that? Why are only humans subject to constantly worrying about the waning hours of the day coming to a pass?
That night, sleep escaped Jax and Dasia, even though deep down they knew they would need it. They tossed and turned in their grey duvet, spooning or lying back to back. Hours went by. Dasia watching the clock and praying that Jax would sleep. But it didn't happen. She knew he would be grumpy and therefore difficult to speak to.
I happen to be one of those people who thinks that there’s a Jorge Luis Borges story for everyone. I don’t believe in soulmates, or fate, or some mysterious ethereal force that wants you to find The One. But I do believe everyone can find something to like in the works of the great Argentinian writer.
Last week, I had a dream. A dream like no other dream could possibly be. It was, in fact, a nightmare. The most profoundly horrifying, fear to induce, soul chilling nightmare I have ever had in my life. And let me tell you, this is not easily achievable feat. I have had a long list of nightmares in my life. A list as long as the wars of humanity. But no nightmare was ever like this one. No night mare could ever be like this one. I shall never forget it. It will haunt me for the rest of my life. Even though I am risking a complete nervous breakdown in doing so, I am going to relate it to in its entirety. It concerns the true origins of man.
It’s 2135 and we are stuck in what’s left of Pittsburgh. We aren’t allowed to speak. Or laugh, or cry, or scream. We aren’t allowed to write, and we have nothing to listen to. Every time I cough or sneeze I hold my breath because I fear one day they will outlaw that too. They have taken our books and our music and our screens. Seven years ago they took our lives.
What will the future bring? Real progress for all, or more deceit and pretense at progress?
Sean: So are you doing it tonight?
I rarely visit the ocean anymore.
When you go to the 21st Century, you have to take MONEY with you. If you don't take money with you, you will die. You get money from BANKS who give out the money so that people won't starve or be unhappy.
So eventually the dust settles and lo and behold, the earth was a scorched, scarred mess.
Jenna looked all around herself before she guided the heavy door closed behind her, but she saw nothing but the usual dull browns of the late summer sky after the passing of one of the worst dust storms of the season, and the grey browns of the ground all around the Door.