Scary

The latest Freakangels strip. Whoo. The extent of their telekinesis…I feel strangely sick, which is odd, because I’ve read Hellblazer and survived.
It might be because I’ve read the E71 Fanatics blog and just saw a slideshow of an E71 getting systematically mutilated – dunked in oil, stepped on, rolled over, etc. And it still works. I’m so proud in the same way Mac fanboys are constantly proud.
Right. To bed. Tomorrow Clement’s coming and we shall play more DotA. Really the only game I play now – can’t even bear to touch WoW though my friend’s hit level 70 on WoWLegion and is practically begging me to play. GP shall be finished on Saturday. Math shall be held off and finished in school. Chemistry shall be finished on Sunday. Literature shall be dealt with if GP is done in time. Economics shall have to wait and see.
You know, the worst feeling I get is with teachers who are just that nice enough you’ll feel really bad for offending them, but bad enough that you really really want to…
With that schedule in mind, I am away.
Wonderful how the overall skill of a DotA team increases exponentially with the number of friends in it.

Stars

The world feels so old, today
Trapped in the ancient air
Timeless atoms, how few
Do split – what happens to those
On interstellar journeys to cosmos
Beyond reckoning, our unconscious knowledge
Only by the pale glow of starlight
Born en route, only as old as its trip
Unseeing, unhearing, a child of the universe
Flung past gravity, beyond serendipity
For even monads both act and are acted upon
But without nary an act of thought
Laws, laid by Man to explain -
Feeling the edges of that single jigsaw piece given
To him, with a circumference spanning eternity
And infinity – speckled with as many
Points of energy. – perhaps stars are heroes, that
They are not afraid of death, though they die inside
In bursting pyres of rebirth
A billion, trillion, googol times
Before a final snuff and their afterlife
The Chandrasekhar limit, their morality principle
They have it so much better than evolution – how much
Do you weigh?
No pesky dilemmas – lawful citizens, the lot.
The topology of space trembles , for stars are
After all, gods of creation
Raging, magnificent, uncaring gods
The gods of the old, the new, of predestination
To blind, to inspire, to enlighten, to sustain
And come the heat death
The great darkness, the end of all ends
The stars will go out,
Seething, screaming in the silent void
The stars will go out.