re: Pseudo scientific claims

Thanks...I guess. Feeling ponderous tonight.

In the doldrums again. Sails have gone slack. No wind. No waves. Simply the endless lapping of the water against the hull. Sometimes it's a lullaby. Tonight it's a mocking tone.

We sail, all of us, in this cosmic sea. Sometimes we find safe ports. Stay a while. Find comfort. Make repairs. Resupply.

Then we burn them down when we leave so the temptation to row back to them isn't an option.

Because the only way is ever onward, into the horizon. The past is left as dead as those we send below. The future is the next morn's horizon.