Yeah, I was outside looking up at the stars again. I do that a lot now that I'm trying to find deep, meaningful answers to the grand life questions that actually end with a period. I behold with such wonder the cradle of being as it spins smoothly on its celestial gyros. Such a vast expanse of clean bright pinholes in the endless dark blanket of the cold universe. It never fails to humble me.
I got to thinking about that The Golden Record again.
Hope in a can.
It is up there, out there... far, far away... floating onward to destiny.
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I can't help but think about what I'd put in with it, what I feel represents us as a planet, as a species.
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I can't fuckin' believe they left SPAM out of that package!
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What would you have sent as a part of that deep space probe's payload?
I think the infamous Kalashnikov automatic rifle and a slinky should have gone.
Really show alien life how screwy we are on this spinning globe of funky blue/green!
Any other good ideas?