[B.J. Preston]

...but when it comes to the big, cosmic question-marks and the paleo paradoxes, there's just no disputing she's a frackin' genius

....................Abso-frackin'-lutely [!!]

And thinking on earlier contemplaters of the black holes of existence, I've committed this translation by Maz to memory — of an anonymous poem she recalled from childhood and posted in a thread once when discussing those Big, Cosmic Question Marks:


When I think on thinges three

When I think on matters three,
I may never happy be.
The first is that I must away,
the second: I know not the day.
The third thing gives me my most woe:
I know not whither I shall go.



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(older version found in a search):
Wanne Ich thenche thinges thre
Ne mai neure blithe be.
That oon is Ich sal awe.
That other is Ich ne wot wilk day.
That thridde is mi meste kare:
I ne woth nevre wuder I sal fare.
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