In memory of Douglas Adams (1952-2001)
I’ve been reading the Ultimate Hitch-hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy this last week, which contains all the (final versions of the) books in this generally genius series. I have not slept. I have eaten, true, and even allowed myself to go to the bathroom, but that’s about it. Here is something that spontaneously happened when I was at one of the final chapters of Mostly Harmless..
If I’d ever write an article for the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy Corp. I’d begin very humbly like this:
“The Universe is in fact – although a slightly debated fact due to the people claiming that subjectivity cannot be as objective as, well, objectivity, but they’re constantly rebuked by the objectivists pointing out that the subjectivists cannot claim anything on objective grounds and should therefore silently pack their bags and move along to other, less dangerous, metaphysical fields – mind-achingly, eye-boggingly and above all fantastically dull.
You could lead a rather interesting life staring at a herring through all your wake hours, and although this has been done by an amazing number of individuals across the space-time continuum, it is rather shunned by those who tend to mend their dreams, or their neighbours’ horny housewife’s dreams.
The Universe is, due to its vast, enormous, inexplicable huge and indeterminable size, so boring that it is impossible for any single entity to grasp its full level of dullness.”
If I would continue, this is what it’d sound like.