Water on Mars? Even possible life on
Mars? No big deal.
Following a tip by that intrepid researcher of human life
and folly, Lewis Black, Magellan's Log confirms
Black's discovery of the ACTUAL PLACE
WHERE EXISTENCE AS WE KNOW IT ENDS!
The history of science is filled with unlikely discoveries--and even unlikelier
discoverers. A milquetoast mail clerk in Switzerland works out the theory of relativity in
his spare time. A crackpot astrologer in England stumbles across the law of gravity.
Who then should be surprised that it falls to a
COMEDIAN to discover what generations of ambitious astonomers have been unable to find:
the very place where the universe comes to an end, the place beyond which is, well,
nothing. Or, given the import of this discovery, maybe we should make that uppercase: Nothing.
As discoverer Lewis Black tells it in one of his
stand-up routines, one night recently he had just finished his last show at the Laff Stop
on West Gray in Houston. In the wee hours, he stepped outside on the way to his car. He
glanced to the right... and what he saw others had surely seen but no one had heretofore
realized the profound meaning of what he saw.
On the south side of West Gray, he noticed a
Starbucks. No big deal, right? But then he moved his head a bit to the right, and there,
on the north side of the street, directly across from the first Starbucks, was another,
even bigger, Starbucks.
At that point, Black with all modesty, says he knew
he had arrived at the end of the universe. Beyond facing Starbucks could only be, well,
Nothing.
When we heard Black's stand-up routine, we, along
with everyone else in the audience, laughed.
Next day, though, we thought: My God, what if he's
right???
We immediately dispatched a photographer to the
location, who returned a couple of hours later in shaky condition. Though he'd lost the
power of speech, he was able to upload one of the pictures he'd taken. Before we submit
this image to Nature or Physical Review or some other prestigious,
peer-reviewed journal, we present it here for the edification of our ever-curious readers.
This is it!!! The very place where the universe as we know it ends:
West Gray Street, looking west toward the intersection with Shepherd Drive,
Houston, Texas.
Arrows No. 1 and 2 point of course
to the two caffeine-based establishments in question. Now, no doubt, there are other
places in the world where one can find two or more Starbucks within a few hundred meters
of each other. But facing directly across the street??? We don't think so.
Still, it's possible.
But please, dear Reader, examine the photo more
closely, and you will begin to understand why we feel this picture confirms Lewis Black's
epochal discovery.
Note the two objects indicated by Arrows No. 3. Yes,
those are cars, BUT THEY ARE ONLY PARTIAL CARS. Our photographer, at the cost of his
speaking ability, has captured not one but TWO vehicles actually in the process of
disappearing over the edge of the End of the Universe into, well, Nothing.
Still not convinced?
The clincher--and what will no doubt get Mr. Black a
Nobel Prize before he can say "Milton Berle"--is Arrow No. 4.
The white object Arrow No. 4 points to, because of
the lo-rez 1.3 megapixel camera our photographers use, looks like nothing much at all.
What that white object actually is is a 40-story condo called The Huntingdon. Clearly this
structure is ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE END OF THE UNIVERSE.
How can this be, we asked ourselves. There should be
only endless light-years of Nothing out there.
Then the light dawned, so to speak.
What the "end of the universe" means for
us humans is simply the end of this existence we know and love, where certain rules and
laws of physics and economics and politics and religion and behavior apply. The "end
of the universe" is the place where those rules and laws no longer apply.
At all.
How, you ask, does this 40-story condo called The
Huntingdon in the fuzzy distance beyond the palm trees on West Gray confirm Lewis Black's
discovery?
Because, dear friends, the top floor of that
structure is in fact the palatial penhouse home of... (you ready?) KENNETH LAY.
Yes. There he sits, up in the clouds. Mr. Enron
himself. Safe. Secure. Rich as Croesus (still). Not a worry. The guy who got off scot-free
from the biggest corporate collapse in history. Where else could Kenneth Lay be living
these days if not beyond the end of the universe???