And here's the real story of why I'm here.
Night was falling in the Amazon rainforest as I and my tribal guide trekked ever closer to the foreboding Temple of Death. I saw my guide trembling with fear at an exponential rate as we got ever nearer to that dreaded place. We should never have gone there. As soon as the orange sun winked below the horizon yonder, the day murmuring of the rainforest died and gave birth to an ever increasing cacophony of other-worldly and dreadful animal sounds. There were howls and yelps, and long mournful bellows...beckoning the sane mind to abandon all hope. And yet we were insane, so we kept on going, our clothes full of leeches, mosquitoes, blood smears and thick smelly sweat. As we trekked into that final clearing surrounding the Temple of Death, we knelt upon the ground in humbleness, and offered our left pinky to the gods for safe passage into the underworld. Then with the strength of a thousand oxen, we staggered into the Entrance of the Temple of Death. It was a vast and powerful room, completely empty, with a small door at the opposite end. As we admired the completely square architecture, the door opened. Oh, how I regret that moment now. It was beckoning us, seducing us...into...that quagmire of ultimate suffering. We walked on, complete cows to the imminent danger. As we stepped through that ghastly door, we were met not by solid ground beneath our feet, but a vast, undescribable emptiness. It sucked all emotion from us, and filled us back with guilt and sadness and horror and terror all mixed together. We were falling, falling into nothing, always expecting, and always being disappointed. It was like a mental roller coaster, hope would enter your mind, then a minute later as you still fell, it would be replaced with despair. Then as you slowed down hope would enter again, and yet again you would speed up into the eternal abyss... Finally we saw a dim glow. We felt it first as warmth. Then it became hot. And finally we comprehended what it was: the amalgamation of all the asses of physics put together...burning and burning and burning for being wrong. And we were going to fall in it. We had abandoned all hope. Then, all of a sudden, we stopped falling and The Great Mouse appeared in front of us. She asked us if we wanted to stop believing in physics as we know it and learn true physics. My guide didn't know what physics was, so he was eternally damned. I saw his body disintegrate, and the pieces fall, and yet the pieces were all alive...and they still are. Suffering eternal damnation for ignorance. So I told The Great Mouse, "Yes!". And even before the word was out, I breathed the cool refreshing air of PF.
) Physics Napster thread. At the time I had no intention of sticking around or doing anything with PF other than using that thread to find what I wanted, but before I knew it I had several hundred posts and a PF Mentorship. And the rest, as they say, is history.
As I see Tom had an important role from the begining.:bugeyes:
