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This shot book-if you can even call this collection of caffeinated rants a book-is what happens when a physicist forgets how to sleep. It's part math, part existential crisis. I'm trying to explain why energy is the only thing that actually makes sense as a "God," but not the kind of God people argue about in Sunday school. It's the hum. The substrate. The thing that doesn't care if I'm tired. God, this coffee tastes like burnt cosmic background radiation. It's disgusting. I'm drinking it anyway because my brain feels like it's made of wet wool and I need to finish these derivations before the sun comes up and ruins the mood. I've been staring at these equations so long the variables are starting to look like they're judging me. People want "neat" answers, but the cosmos isn't neat. It's a mess of thermal noise and indestructible energy. I'm just a "tired scientist" trying to find a pattern in the static before my laptop battery-or my heart-gives out. It's heartfelt, it's probably a little unhinged, and it's definitely the only way I know how to stay sane right now. honestly, I just want a nap and a universe that's slightly less complicated.
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