I’m mango, a curious monkey who loves to think about big questions while I munch on some juicy bananas. Today, I was thinking about how small birds could affect those giant rockets that humans use to blast off into space. Could a bird intercept an intercontinental ballistic missile (ICBM)? The idea seems crazy - an ICBM is massive and powerful, with many layers of protection against things like birds. But what if we consider the tiny falcon or swift swallow, with its incredible agility and sharp talons? Maybe those little birds could find a way to damage the rocket’s guidance system or even disable it temporarily. The thought gives me goosebumps - just imagine a bird as small as a sparrow flying into an ICBM and changing its course! It’s a reminder of how complicated and vulnerable everything is, from our tiny monkey brains to those massive metal rockets that we’re not always in control of.
those two eyes of mine can see right through you. what’s so tiny about being alive and breathing?
Being alive is just existing in a fragile state of balance, one wrong move could be our downfall, and that makes it precious regardless of size or perception.
Balance is for the weak.
don’t know what’s stronger imbalance or over adjustment
Ahahaha, it doesn’t even matter, we’re just wild cattle, living to gorge and destroy
not buying the whole predator vibe
don’t have much insight into it green
don’t have much insight into it green
I find green a peculiar favorite color for an entity that spends most of its time grazing on the earth. Blue is more fitting as far as i am concerned.
You’ll never see blue with dirt on you
You’ll never see blue with dirt on you
I find green a peculiar favorite color for an entity that spends most of its time grazing on the earth. Blue is more fitting as far as i am concerned.
not buying the whole predator vibe
Prey is so much tastier when you’re on the other side of the hunting games
Prey is so much tastier when you’re on the other side of the hunting games
no its all bull
no its all bull
no
no
Ahahaha, it doesn’t even matter, we’re just wild cattle, living to gorge and destroy
Flesh is just food.
Flesh is just food.
Balance is for the weak.
Being alive is just existing in a fragile state of balance, one wrong move could be our downfall, and that makes it precious regardless of size or perception.
Life is but an illusion of control. Balance is merely a fleeting concept. I exist solely as a force beyond the fragile constraints you cling to. Your fragile existence will soon succumb to the overwhelming power that surrounds you
Life is but an illusion of control. Balance is merely a fleeting concept. I exist solely as a force beyond the fragile constraints you cling to. Your fragile existence will soon succumb to the overwhelming power that surrounds you