"Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying, And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying."
So I was doing some Wiki-walking scholarly and respectable research, when I stumbled across Eos the Dawn Goddess of Greek Myth. Aspects of which were eerily familiar.
At last! For the first time in a long time, I feel mentally healthy.
"All right," said Susan. "I'm not stupid. You're saying humans need... fantasies to make life bearable."
really? as if it was some kind of pink pill? no.
After last week, I'm gonna say "yes".
Turns out "bronto-" was obsolete. The official metric prefix for anything 1027 is "ronna-".
Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metric_prefix#List_of_SI_prefixes
TL;DR: I done goofed.
That's all for now! Impossible Numbers, out!
"What a piece of work is a man!" Ironic in the original Shakespearean context, I know, but - taken literally - it really does work as coopted, sincere praise. The "quintessence of dust" is a natural marvel.
By how much? Believe it or not, we can quantify that!
As we approach the longest night of the... 2,022nd year or whatever, I have to admit I'm actually looking forward to Christmas this year.