The rocks keep coming. Always just rocks. We keep looking, because accepting the silence means confronting what we're wired to deny.
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Social pain uses the same brain regions as physical pain. Cosmic loneliness isn't metaphor. It hurts. And we're designed for a world different from the one we inhabit: Paleolithic brains confronting potential cosmic emptiness.

The machinery isn't broken... it's operating exactly as designed. Pattern-seeking evolved to find patterns that exist. Agency detection evolved to find agency that exists. But the optimization for African savanna creates pathology at astronomical scales.

We've been performing this dance since 1977's Wow! Signal. Before that, Lowell's canals on Mars. The pattern predates telescopes. Something arrives from beyond our boundary. We need it to be a message.

Willy nilly. Silly Billy's.

Thanks Jenny!

I hated typing on those rubber keys.

Thinking is optional. But recommended.

To much $$$ invested for it to 'die'. The only way is to push through the transition and hope there is life for humanity on the other side.

It's in the south of the UK 😃