After you turn 7, your risk of dying doubles every eight years. At octogenarian stage, you no longer even have a distinctive odour. You're vanishing. The brain of a 90-year-old is the same size as that of a 3-year-old.
That's the thing about life, we all die in the end.
How depressing.
Pale Blue Dot
A Brief non-Biography
- Tasman
- I am of the species taxonomy of Homo sapiens, maintain a carbon based molecular makeup and I am in residence on this Pale Blue Dot in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Milky Way Galaxy of this cosmos - most likely the same as you, you the reader who is inevitably reading this aforementioned and proceeding. I like physics and philosophy and Papua New Guinea and this is a blog of sorts. Thank you kindly.
The Rings of Saturn
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