Carl Sagan’s Nightmare
Let's workshop this poem about a Cheeto-finger gamer trafficking in fringe visions of reality, too obsessed with guru status--and too quick to attribute pushback to persecution--for critical thought
Carl Sagan’s Nightmare
Framed unfalsifiable (despite
being not about deductions
from self-evident principles,
but about ghosts teasing
cat chakras), he knew his theory
would not catch fire beyond
his mom’s cellar: “true redpills,”
he said into the RPG mic,
“get labeled ‘pseudoscience’.”
