You know, Obi Wan would probably still be alive if Chewbacca wasn't totally checked out of his job, and would just lock in the god damn auxiliary power in a timely fashion.
Mankind, with our great science and industry, have fooled ourselves into believing we are Masters of the Earth. In our arrogance, we think nature has no power over us.
But the true Master of the Earth is the woodpecker that wakes me up every goddamn morning pecking on the metal vent on my roof.
I've been microdosing "thinking" lately. Every hour for one minute I "use my brain to think about stuff.".
I believe this will put me at a competitive edge over 99.6% of the human population, if my calculations are correct.
Not gonna lie I was not expecting them to have a 1500 page book of the works of Aristotle at the Atlanta airport.
