The New Year is here. A unit of time that doesn't mean anything to the Universe. Stars, planets, comets, asteroids, dark matter, the infinite amount of living beings that for sure populate the cosmos, don't care about the arbitrary dates we little humans have created. And yet, we celebrate.
We celebrate this time despite the fact that, in countless places around the Universe—an estimated 100 million black holes in our galaxy alone—time doesn't even exist. And that's good.
Because, despite the misery all around us,
we have reason to rejoice.
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