Talk:What the young man with mild head injuries said upon viewing the towering, almighty, revered, century-old cactus of doom

I'm wondering about that long pause between "wow" and "it's big". Rather fascinated, in fact. Like, with music... there are spaces between notes... In the spaces dwell the demons and daemons both. Now, apparently, the secret tapes of OJ are available, and will be on TV soon. Shit shit shit... distracted by TV again... so, spaces. Yes, the space here is profound.

It transcends the cactus, the towering of it, it's almightiness, the reverence, the centuries... the DOOM. Yes, even the doom is swallowed in that great space. Space-time, in fact. The speck of time that passes in and through the space gains perspective in the minds of we the princesses of batshittery. We (the royal we, of course) then fold the lifetime of the cactus into the thousands, the millions, the hundreds of millions of years. The paleness is compounded. The stark beginnings of life brings us to the billions. The enfoldment of the billions brings us to the place we can't see, can't sense in any way, because there was no light or sound.

The space speaks to our insignificance. The experience, real or not, speaks to our significance, the being/doing of a conscious act more than 14 billion years in the making. (kaizum me) 10:39, 15 Serpeniver 2015 (UTC)

Feature? The Supreme Leader XY --- Free Cake! 10:40, 15 Serpeniver 2015 (UTC)

Possibly. At this intersection of space and time, my dog needs a sponge bath and a change of bedding. It's kinda sparse for a feature, though. I must ponder and medicate meditate. (kaizum me) 12:36, 15 Serpeniver 2015 (UTC)