There’s a giant atom model in Brussels. Can you imagine how many atoms went into making that atom? It’s like making a tree out of books. Or a model of a cake made out of cake mix.It got me thinking about the connectedness of things. If everything is just atoms, who’s to say this set of atoms is separate from that set? My set separate from this chair? Mine to yours? I call my set Milo and your set by another name, but it’s all conventions. Only words separate you and me, Lenore and me, Burbank and me.
Should I be afraid? Let’s have a vote.
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