This is very important, so I want to say it as clearly as I can: FUCK.
Small chunks of ice falling from space disintegrate and boil away. If you built an icy waterfall from space, the water would arrive at the bottom as a river of superheated steam. It doesn't involve constantly holding back for fear of shaking things up. A chunk of ice from space that falls to Earth gains enough energy to warm the ice up, melt it, boil it into vapor, and then heat the vapor to thousands of degrees. It doesn't involve tempering my life to better fit someone's expectations. But I do know one thing: the solution doesn't involve watering down my every little idea and creative impulse for the sake of someday easing my fit into a mold. I don't know how to jolt myself into seeing what each moment could become. Randall was born in Easton, Pennsylvania, and grew up outside Richmond, Virginia. We act like if we just get through today, tomorrow our dreams will come back to us. Randall Munroe is the creator of the webcomic xkcd and author of xkcd: Volume 0. We see the same things each day, we respond the same way, we think the same thoughts, each day a slight variation on the last, every moment smoothly following the gentle curves of societal norms. We live trapped in loops, reliving a few days over and over, and we envision only a handful of paths laid out ahead of us. The sheer number of experiences I could have is uncountable, breathtaking, and I'm sitting here refreshing my inbox. “Whatever happened to our dreams? The infinite possibilities each day holds should stagger the mind.
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