‘The lances were made of balsa wood and filled with uncooked spaghetti – so that when they broke, there’d be an explosion of what looked like splinters’
Heath got a tattoo mid-shoot. It was a tiny circle with a circle around it and then a bigger circle around that, like a target. He said: “That’s me in the middle. That circle is the Earth, and the other circle is the universe.” I said: “You’ve put yourself right in the middle? I’ve never been that confident!” But he was that confident in the most joyful, winning way.
I love this. No matter where we, as individuals, whether dust mote or mountain, we are at the center of the multiverse.
This reminds me of the bit in Hitchhiker’s Guide where Zaphod unwittingly gets into the torture device that forces you to see exactly how small and short lived you are compared to the vastness of existence, and somehow comes out of it even more convinced that he’s the most important person in the universe.
I love this. No matter where we, as individuals, whether dust mote or mountain, we are at the center of the multiverse.
This reminds me of the bit in Hitchhiker’s Guide where Zaphod unwittingly gets into the torture device that forces you to see exactly how small and short lived you are compared to the vastness of existence, and somehow comes out of it even more convinced that he’s the most important person in the universe.
Well, that has an in-universe explanation.