Based on the estimates, real-world evidence turns out to be less extreme than our expectations.
We never find werewolves where werewolves meet or correctly gauge the collapse of collapsible things. Monsters in the cellar rifling through our things. The big boomβ cringe and tuck, and one-eyed peek. Cycles of melodrama and hyperboleβ Utopia, a big tax return, the end of days.
Scanning the glut of galaxies no one is scanning back. We inhale this universe alone, merely getting by. And then a gray whale sets a world record for a migrating distance. And such things are set increment by increment, step by step. Was our whale
looking for alien whales? Worried about the judgment and collapse? Or manhandled deep-sea paraphernalia? A whale is just relocating to evade the mass of oceanic trash.
Artfully thinking small.
Huff Post reports today that both that a gray whale set a migrating record and scientists scanned 100,000 galaxies and found no signs of life.