I can't think of anything right now, but these lyrics by the prophetic Roger Waters:
The lunatic is in the hall.
The lunatics are in my hall.
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more.And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
There is no dark side of the moon, really. Matter of fact, it's all dark.
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"For me the best answer is not in words but in measurements." -Elena Aprile
Dark matter definitely exists:
New observations of a great big cosmic collision provide the best evidence yet that invisible and mysterious dark matter really does exist.
"A fact never went into partnership with a miracle. Truth scorns the assistance of wonders. A fact will fit every other fact in the universe, and that is how you can tell whether it is or is not a fact. A lie will not fit anything except another lie."
When you think of dark matter, you very likely think of a halo of diffuse, unseen mass whose gravitational influence is felt by everything within our galaxy, and every galaxy or cluster out there.
Maybe the "paper" they were singing about was this kind of paper...
"Money, its a gas.
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash.
New car, caviar, four star daydream,
Think Ill buy me a football team.
Money, get back.
Im all right jack keep your hands off of my stack.
Money, its a hit.
Dont give me that do goody good bullshit.
Im in the high-fidelity first class traveling set
And I think I need a lear jet."
Gee, remember the good ol' days when all we had to worry about was..
"Mother, do you think they'll drop the bomb."
...and durinmg Clinton's reign, it was "Come in here dear boy, have a cigar" (OK, boys probably weren't involved. And please don't mention any soon-to-be-former congressmen).
Bob