I have a question for you. Why are the planets all lined up in a flat disc of concentric orbits? Some of them could just as easily have cycled around in a tilted plane or in a wobbly elliptical orbit with a short hot season whipping around close to the sun and then a long cool season of leisurely completing the rest of the orbit.
I can’t believe it took me this long to ask that question.
And is there any similar reason why Saturn’s rings look the same way, all in concentric circles?
Are all galaxies spinning in a single plane too? Why?
How much memory is taken up in the cloud for that space that people automatically put after a sentence before they decide to add a new paragraph? Does that equate to an increase in carbon emissions?
Here’s another question. Why isn’t a queen-sized bed big enough for two cats? And why do they think it’s a privilege to have the whole thing to themselves?
I’ve had a lot more time to think lately. Hell, I’ve been a little bit able to think lately. Isn’t that a miracle? I think it’s a miracle. I thought that I was going to be dull for the rest of my life.
Why does a drop of water bubble into a half circle on some surfaces and spread out on others? I know they say it’s surface tension, but what does that mean? Is surface tension like that feeling I get in my shoulders when Nick argues with me about taking out the garbage as if he’s eleven again?
And why is there one magic day during the summer when everybody decides to have their annual summer barbecue, river float, or cosplay conference? What if I know I just said yes to the people I only like a little bit and my best friend is going to ask me about the same date the next day and by then I already have plans or have to decide to be a jerk and dump the less popular people for what I know is going to be an entertaining night? Will Bob try to catch the arrows in his hands again this year? I really want to know.
What about you? Do you have any burning questions?
Thank you for listening, jules