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03/26/2018 (Mon) 19:05:46
Do I like space?
Between me and you, yes.
In my apartment? No, it's needless.
Space in general? Like, the expanding, mysterious universe? No. Quite frankly, it is of no use to me. The moon and stars have aesthetic value, I suppose, but generally I could do without knowing about a bunch of stupid shit about "space."
I took an astronomy class in uni and it was horrible. Pretty much all math and calculations and some chemistry. The only redeeming aspect of that class was the professor was a white haired, old, fat, neurotic guy with glasses who somehow steered every lecture at some point into the possibility of reaction happening in space that would cause "the complete sterilization of all life on earth." Kind of deep when you think about his obvious lack of a sex life or children. He used to sit in the cafeteria and just stare at all the sexy little college girls and then go and lecture about space and how the universe is going to kill us.
>When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
>When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
>When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
>When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
>How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
>Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,
>In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
>Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.