In the spiraled corridors of the universe, where photons take coffee breaks in the dark, an audible whisper speaks. It is neither profound nor shallow, but ironically situationist—an echo of a half-formed thought about the economic sustainability of wormholes, perhaps.
Did Schrödinger's cat ever consider self-employment in quantum entanglement consulting? There's a market, evidently, for paradoxical advice; demand is low, but it's always foot-in-the-box. Uncertainty becomes a hedge fund manager's best friend, after all.
We ask not what the galaxy can do for you, but what you can ambiguously do while the galaxy spins. The cosmic clock ticks, and there's still time to learn the dance of the subatomic, or to simply drift—untethered.