THE SCIENCE OF ENDINGS



He had some questions. He wondered if there was an edge to the universe. He knew it was expanding, always expanding. But way far out there, was there an edge, that you could fall off of?

And what if the universe is just part of something even bigger? And all the stars were like grains of sand. Would its inhabitants be able to predict the future of earthlings, the way we can predict the behavior of atoms, when we split them?


Can the flapping of a butterfly wing on a beautiful summer day cause turbulence in a heart?

Does anyone know that there’s a star (called Sagittarius A star) dancing around a black hole in the center of our galaxy?

If a powerful flare flashed out of the sun and caused a current to run through the earth and all the lights on the earth were dimmed, would the rhythms and desires of women's bodies once again be ruled by the moon?


The tendency of an object to resist changes in its state of motion (inertia) varies with the mass (according to Newton.) Could a person make himself denser, make his existence so substantial that the state of his motion resisted all change, and nothing affected it?

If you left a person on a platform and got on a train traveling at the speed of light, causing time to stop for you relative to that person (according to Einstein,) would your feelings about her also stop?


Does the message “I’m uncertain whether we should be together” change when you look away?

If the Earth’s inner core is made of solid iron, what is a human's inner core made of? How hard a blow would it take to shatter it?

Can a magnet be attracted to something it repels?

Would you have time to tie yourself to the earth if gravity suddenly stopped, or would you shoot into space, tumbling in the darkness until you died?

How much energy would be released if your mass were reduced to zero?

 If you make a wish on the evening star, does it come true, even though it's just a planet?


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