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hatethefuture:

—That floating thing is back.

—Just ignore it.

—It’s spinning very slowly.

—I know what it does.

—Do you think it will come down to us?

—It never has before. 

—I wonder if it will come tomorrow.

—Look, I don’t want to come down hard on you about this, but could you give it a fucking rest? Every single day, for as long as I can remember, that thing has come and floated over our tribal hearth for a little while and then left. We don’t know why, and until that thing explains itself, we never will. We just have to accept that there is a body of knowledge concerning that thing that we do not have access to. Once we can make peace with our limits as beings, perhaps a greater truth will be revealed to us. Don’t you agree?

—Shhh, it’s humming.