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The Kardashev scale is a method of measuring a civilization’s level of technological advancement. The scale has three designated categories called Type 1, 2, and 3.  A Type 1 civilization has achieved mastery of the resources of its home planet, Type 2 of its solar system, and Type 3 of its galaxy. Right now we are a Type 0 civilization.

The transition form a type 0 to a type 1 civilization the the most dangerous of all transitions…. Wish us luck.

It was a girl, I think, now that I look back on it from this present time that started me down this long, devious, and twisted path. A girl who put me into the current frame of mind and this powerful presence of self empowerment. A hundred thousand lies upon lies that perpetuate this dastardly, diabolical duet dancing to the tune of some unholy ballet from hell. It’s all bullshit.  Some silly suturing idea of a beautiful being, wrapped up in boots and black leather will drift down and appear to me like the Virgin Mary in the deep dark desolate desert. It’s fucking tragic and so god damn beautiful… I laugh my dick right off.  

They are all just black holes connected to each other through 11 dimensions, like some sort of comic game of donkey kong, jumping over nebulas, climbing ladders and up and down galactic elevators to reach the spotless princess only to find that she split with the overwhelming one who took her higher and higher. So I take a swig of this wonderful liquid. It’s that battle array that brings me back to reality, now nothing and everything can go wrong this night and all my missing limbs will be replaced.  
 
An exploding brain is an example of perfect control. So let’s add some more fuel to the never-ending, wickedly mind-bending, tire fire inside my head. Good luck, Buster you are doomed.

So the other day I was watching a physics documentary about black holes, Hawking’s Uncertainty Principle, and the battle it sparked between Stephen Hawking and Leonard Susskind for the next decade. The first time Hawking laid this mind-fuck of a theory on the physics community was during one of a series of conferences held at a mansion in San Francisco.

So in short (skipping all the physics mumbo jumbo), Hawking’s theory stated that eventually a black hole would disappear and all the matter that it had sucked up would be gone forever. Well this “scientific heresy” violated all the principles of physics up to that point in time. Nothing can be lost forever…right? Well naturally Susskind got quite disgruntled at this statement.

Well I decided to paint a picture of what I thought Susskind’s reaction might have been. Something like Susskind’s mouth transforming into a black hole and sucking Hawking right out of his wheelchair. Oh and by the way, Hawking admitted defeat when Susskind proved him wrong a decade later.