What's the worth in putting it all in? Why perfect. If the reason for existence is to make everything that could ever be exist, then it's just as necessary for the mediocre to exist as it is for the artistic masterpieces to exist.
A great weaping depression has sunken over the house. i can't get any further in the express piece, the Game Developer piece is floating in a wasteland, and I don't know if they'll ever actually run it. I fear that my work will simply languish. Others have addressed these topics, these bits of meme and creation. They've seen everything before; this massive Internet.
It can only be referred to as they. It exists to understand and record and allow new methods of stuff creation. New blips on the path.
One of the marvelous things about Everything is that there is a straight path between every two points in existence. That means my head can be lined up perfectly with the star in the Alpha Centauri system. Or with any point on Orion's belt.
It's not the fastest way to get there, is it? A straight line? Mrs... whatzit? bending the space to the point where those lines are not there and thus the two points are side-by-side.
What about all those curled up dimensions that are supposedly wrapped around the smallest points in space?
Would that make love the fifth sense? The feeling of being close to another point in space, where those lines are destroyed.
Would that make Earth the projection screen where the heavens' massive dramas are played out in as many refracted points as could be imagined. Each badger comes from the badger region of space, a tight little bundle of all the matter and information related to badgerdom. it's spread out, like the reflected light against a leak.
But all those badgers really just come from one giant fucking badger. Floating there, in space.
No more wigger! yay!