Our lives, our planet, our galaxy ... hurdling at some unimaginable warp factor approaching the speed of light in some super cosmic pinball game zigging and zagging around, here and there, and the faster we go, the slower time goes until we approach some sort of singularity, perching precariously on some sort of event horizon where words no longer have meaning and thoughts escape us quicker than a lightning bug on a cool summer evening. |
 |  |  |  |  |  |  |  |