Such Choices in the Infinite Universe

The Theory of Everything movie prompted me to finally read Hawking's A Brief History of Time which ended in my mind, naturally, with the two biggest questions of all that have plagued people since time immemorial, so I am not unique.

Why is there something instead of Nothing?

And

What the Fuck is infinity, time, space or otherwise?

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And with those questions, this, fresh into my email inbox:


Hi ,
I found you on Twitter and I wanted to reach out. My name’s Valarie and I work for GrowInfluence, we’re an Influencer Marketing marketplace that helps connect companies with influential people online that can help promote their brands.We’re looking for people like you who have pretty solid followings on Twitter, or who have active blogs, YouTube channels, Facebooks, Instagram accounts and so on.With GrowInfluence, you can monetize your audience by partnering with brands and getting paid to promote sponsored content—And we’d like to offer you a chance to help us beta test our new marketplace.We’re offering the exclusive opportunity to set up a free profile and to connect with brands like Dove, Samsung, Axe, Pizza Hut and more before we open up the platform to the public.We are limiting access to the first 5,000 influencers, so please take advantage of this opportunity today as we cannot guarantee availability will last. You can sign up at www.growinfluence.com/users/register.Not sure if your following is big enough to qualify to be an influencer? You can check out your InfluencerScore—a customized calculation of on what your influence is worth—here.

Best,
Valerie Smith

So with that being considered, and knowing that I simply have no understanding of the WHY or the WHAT of our existence, if I had a particle accelerator held to my temple and I had to choose between marketing Axe or Pizza Hut, which one holds the greater cosmological allure?  

And is Valerie Smith  her real name?

How can the Higgs Boson, in its particle/wave brilliance, ultimately give us endless stench for adolescent boys and filthy, greasy colon cloggers for everyone? For eternity...

Onto String Theory. Which will, naturally, lead me to some string cheese.

Eddie Redmayne, if you weren't so cute I would not be so tormented.