Space gives me a huge hard on. The word "immeasurable" is almost entirely useless now due to our interest in space. It is now more fitting to describe intangibles, like emotions, with "immeasurable" - love, sadness, anxiety. It reminds me of an excerpt of "One Hundred Years of Solitude," where Pietro Crespi plays a zither (I believe) that is not of this world... No one ever could have imagined that the pedant in me could respond, "Then which world?" As small as we are, as insignificant... It's just enthralling. Maybe that's what makes the indescribable feel so sacred to us. We can't measure our love or depression or grief. It's far easier for me to comprehend two galaxies colliding than two hearts with the same tumultuous love Crespi felt in Macondo. Two galaxies are more likely to be together than he and Amaranta (I believe, it's been nearly a decade now). At this point in time, many try to live vicariously, comparing measured photos and scenery. When we see something beautiful we want to share it, to prove something. We think "Big Sur looks brilliant! I better show my followers!" There's no introspection. No enjoyment beyond the competition. It removes the humanity from experience and removes the person from "personal." We flee from loneliness or fear of being unimportant when something like this is presented to us. Meanwhile, the uncaring universe does its thing. All of this room and yet we are so vacant. Sorry to ramble.
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Someone please tell me what this says. Im either blind, phone is way too small, or something but I cant make a joke until i know what it says.
I feel so guilty that you typed all this, OP.
This is cause for introspection.
You don't have to actually type it out. Use your package manager to install ImageMagick and Tesseract, then: