Astronomers are learning that the vast majority of the universe's matter takes a form that eludes casual analysis. We've found that we're an anomaly; if there's such a thing as a "galactic federation" or universal hive-mind, our baryonic nature might preclude membership.
Perhaps we're the outcasts, cosmic untouchables whiling away the millennia in the stale galactic margins.
So I write from a perspective of profound isolation - existing, but only barely. And hoping the dark matter gods deign to materialize in our skies...
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Labels: Reasons Why 'You' Don't Exist