A displaced philosopher advanced in time two billion years thinks about the Universe from the travelling world of Barren Prospects in this science fiction contemplation.

Over time we learned not to express their demands so loudly that we do not ask specifically – because it’s not nice, not nice mannered, and then do not talk so much, all of a sudden we are supposed to be silent! That we are not quite so perfect and that we somehow felerično body, at least in part, because he did not like it on the front page – does not matter that the magazine is male or female. Or we are not sufficiently rounded curves or muscles are not big enough … choose themselves. When I was growing up was a modern Tvigi (Twig name speaks of its holdings), then we were not good enough if we had that today’s curves!

Do be intimidated by their "p.h.d." question the scientific charletans.

A short poem that starts from the idea of string theory and works from its title down to the most basic subject.

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A romantic poem involving Schrodinger’s Cat- a concept of quantum mechanics.

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Once again I have peered into the darkest depth of creation and have pulled from the very nose of God himself a truth of incredulous potency. What I have to tell you here cannot be discounted – it is absolute. It also doubles as my response to the Writing Challenge – Round 9, where something is to be written using the words “blushing bride” and “artist”.

Time. What is it? Does it really exist?

Cosmic tragi-comedy.