NASA posted a story about the size of super massive black holes. It was an animation in which it showed the size of these enormous black holes in space and it posted this video to help understand the size of these things.
NASA Animation Sizes Up the Biggest Black Holes - YouTubehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8GnSFAZD8YY
The universe is big, very big isn't it?
I'm always humbled by Carl Sagan's 'Pale Blue Dot' mini speech, showing this planet to be a very insignificant thing compared to the vastness of the universe. The speech is here and it pretty much gives the human race a realistic perspective on their existence. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wupToqz1e2g
The history of this planet, let alone the history of the human race is a passing moment in a universe this size, so why does anyone think that a man being given a hat, a crown, because he owns and rules one small island on a pale blue dot of a planet, the hat being placed on his head by the priest of a religion completely invented by an absolute tyrant, called 'Constantine', to bind his passing empire on this tiny planet together, with a new panacea religion, seem even remotely important to anyone?
What is a crown? Just a very shiny hat.
What is a king? Just a man whose ancestors were able to take land by force from people who did not have armies to back them, hold it by force by use of the same armies and the backing of a religion that says the man is put there by a god and keep it by forced taxation of the conquered people. For all that just a man.
What then is a coronation? A man being given a hat by a priest in a ceremony in which the armies that pledge allegiance to the man are on display, a show of force, and the hat is supposed to symbolise the man's right to keep the land his ancestors stole by force.
All seems very small compared to the size of the universe to me.
So I'm going to be avoiding the media today as there seems to be a lot of fuss about this bloke getting a shiny hat put on his head, a very shiny hat, and he’s having it put on his head by a man in another shiny hat and I think his wife is getting a smaller, but no less shiny hat put on her head and from what I heard they might have to put oil on his head to get the hat to fit, which is daft because why would anyone watch a man get a hat, even a very shiny one, when it doesn’t fit and needs oil to get it on his head properly. I might have watched if the shiny hat was likely to fit properly, that would be more satisfying watching a man get a shiny hat that fitted exactly and didn’t need oil to help him squeeze it on his head. You may have heard about it, the shiny hat thing going on today.
In concrete battery boxes,
Supermarket shelf style stacked,
In shiny brick box coffins
People of the world are packed,
And down the tombstones aisles of life,
We're bound and sold for less.
First floor of the man multi-story,
Holds down and out dirtiness.
From the basement of abasement,
To the sell out scum you can be,
Escalating levels of possession,
To the penthouse primacy.
Up at the top you get the view,
Beyond the painted concrete walls,
Where life is never pretty,
For the herds among the stalls.
And beyond the penthouse fame cage,
Past the mortgaged tombstone plots,
Is freedom from the master wage,
And the battery farmed flocks.
The price of freedom's ticket,
To go grow amid the grass,
Is to let go shiny presents,
Embrace a simpler past.
But the machine we built to feed us,
Now owns the streets we made,
It's cut us off from sunlight,
Banished us to a colder shade.
We've no way to go but forward,
As the concrete crusts our lives,
There'll be no grass in a hundred years,
And the spirit of man will have died.
What will our children's future be?
What will they voice in song?
They'll be slaves to a concrete machine,
And they'll sing about what went wrong.
Copyright Richard L Wiseman
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