space is so cool but so fuckin scary. we’re just a floating rock and there’s so much…. “out there” that could make me cease to exist at any given moment
I was thinking about this the other day, what if I’m the nigga that’s just pumping his gas when the big meteor hits, it’d be such an inglorious way to go out.
Realistically though, we have enough warning systems in place that we’d most likely all know we were doomed for several days in advance, and it would be chaos.
The size of the rock determine the amount of time we have to say our prayers. Large earth killers are easier to track, but smaller ones are harder because they smaller and harder to see.
Even though they’re smaller, they can still wipe out a large area, like the one that smashed up that town in Russia.
That’s one of the questions I answered in this week’s Ask Joe video:
My answer? I’d go back to the single day, approximately 2 billion years ago when one cell gulped up another one, and instead of eating it, created the mitochondrion. Our little cellular energy factory, formerly a free-living organism, is the key to the evolution of quite literally all complex life on Earth, plant or animal. As Ed Yong writes in his history of the mighty mito, it happened only once. I’d just want to watch it happen under a microscope, so I could say “Yep, that’s why I’m here.”
Oh man. But what if I sneezed or something? I could ruin the whole universe. On second thought …
Cool, huh? What’s yours?
I’d watch a star ignite. The point at which it no longer a bunch of gas and becomes self sustaining.
Less than 10 minutes into Cosmos and already Neil Tyson has already dropped bombs.
Talking about the various beliefs about comets that the ancient tribes of Africa believed. He named them individually and their theories.
He also noted that we know the names of mass murderers but not scientists.