Goof tried to nap like this
possibilities
reveling in melodies
and their remedies
aries: once cried because there were so many worlds to conquer and he hadn't even managed to conquer one
taurus: (when nobody could tame the horse bucephalus and the horse was ordered away) kept talking about how bucephalus was a wonderful horse and they were losing a beautiful creature by taking him away over and over until finally his father let him try to tame the horse
gemini: slept with his copy of the iliad under his pillow
cancer: treated the conquered persians well after he drove king darius to flight because, in his words, darius was his enemy, not persia
leo: would get pissy whenever news of one of his father's great victories would come because he was worried his father wouldn't leave any conquering for him to do
virgo: had a habit of quoting poetry and plays and even did so in terrible situations such as when his father was killed or he was wounded in battle
libra: had a great distaste for athletes and would set up all sorts of competitions for poets and musicians and hunters while pointedly not awarding prizes for more athletic competitions
scorpio: once got mad at a guy and drunkenly threw a cup at him, then made fun of his father when his father was too drunk to do anything about it
saggitarius: traveled so quickly along the coast of pamphylia as to make a legend of himself and then played it off as if it were nothing special
capricorn: slept late on the day when he was supposed to meet darius in battle, and when questioned as to why he was sleeping as if he had already won, smiled and said that he was already victorious for finally getting to go into battle with darius rather than having to chase darius all over the place
aquarius: so admired diogenes the cynic that when diogenes was a dick to him he said that if he were not alexander, he would be diogenes
pisces: after a night of drinking would sleep usually until midday and sometimes even slept the entire day
4/6/24
I wrote this about getting breakfast with my mom and my brother after a night of camping for his birthday.
It’s beddy bye time
time to put our thoughts to rest
tucked in with our sheets
someone please do this for At The End Of The Day!
Look Down Sped Up
since the jwst is on everyone's minds right now, i want to take a second to remember voyager i, our little interstellar probe that could. it's out past the sun's reach now, traveling away from us at nearly 40,000 mph. and it carries with it the "golden record".
we knew when we sent it that it would eventually leave the solar system, and would someday -- many, many years in the future -- find another star or solar system. eventually. the laws of physics demand it.
and so we put a record of ourselves with it. just in case -- in the highly unlikely, but still possible, event that it happened upon a world with intelligent life that could understand it. our message in a bottle, cast out into the endless sea of space.
we recorded our voices, in many languages. we recorded the sounds of wild animals, of insects, of water rushing. we recorded brainwaves.
ann druyan's brainwaves, in fact. an hour of them, as she thought of all kinds of things.
she and carl sagan worked on this project together, and over the course of their work, they fell in love.
she took the time, during the recordings, to think of him, and how she felt about him.
so that love -- not just earth's existence, or its sounds, or human voices, but love -- would be sent out in our message, cast out into the ocean of space, in the distant hope that someday, somewhere, something would see it and hear us, and know us, and know how we feel.
even if voyager i never finds another life in the universe, even if the golden record is never played, i think it's important that we sent it anyway. what it says about us as a people, our hope and our optimism and our faith and our love -- we cast this all out into the stars.
"dare to cast thy bread upon the sea," indeed.
Hhhhhhhhhhella
When I see this picture, I feel comforted. This feels so familiar.
Last night, I got into some conversations with my friends about life, heaven, past lives and future lives. I will never know who or what I lived in my past or future, because the only plane that we truly know is real, and the only one we have control over is the present. But I see an image like this, I know I’ve been these before. I’ve swam in these water, basked in these iridescent light beams.
And I look foreword to the moment I get to do it all again.
when youre in a fandom that is known for being fucking annoying and youre ashamed of it but you still like the thing