I recently got the chance to contribute to
The3Six5 Project, a daily online diary written by 365 different people. May 26 was my day. This is what I wrote. (
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Humans are constantly constructing stories out of random data: seeing faces in electrical outlets, or omens in dark animals. It's in our nature to stab at the context of the universe, even if we lack details. This quest for deeper meaning makes it hard to justify getting up in the morning for something so much smaller than profundity. At least it's that way for me, sometimes.
Today I met Stephen Attenborough of Virgin Galactic. My pupils must've dilated to twice the size of my head because he asked if I'm one of those people who dreamt about space as kids. (He's not.)
I think about space a lot.
