Now consider yourself a random sample from all minds throughout spacetime. Suddenly the universe becomes more lonely. There is not only no great future, but also no great alternative. Perhaps a few intellects vast and cool and unsympathetic are plotting to take over your planet, but there can be no galaxy-spanning alien empire of trillions of individuals, now or ever, because if there were you’d probably be part of it.
One more. Consider yourself a random sample from all living things on Earth. Oops, you probably don’t exist. Nearly all living things are microscopic.
give me a clue so sweet and true
the Daily Whale
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