Heh. I do believe in THOSE singularities. I mean, I certainly don't claim to understand much about them, but I'll take Hawking's word for it, basically. XD
And one of the Kid's early special interests was black holes. Astronomy in general, but especially black holes, which apparently have that kind-of-scary-but-actually-safe appeal of roller coasters, to the Kid.
(For those not following my ongoing docudrama, the Kid belongs to the married couple to whom I am a platonic third. My chosen family. And yes, the Kid is on the autism spectrum, diagnosed at 2.5, got early intervention and all that jazz. She's our little social butterfly now, even as we're still working on preventing meltdowns, as a team... because she's too big for us to physically relocate, when they happen.)
Which is parenthetical, but... not entirely. Because I'm still trying to recruit you, James-who-isn't-actually-a-fox... in the same way I'm not an owl, and my partner-in-crime Alix isn't a magpie. But... well, if you don't want a new social venue, I don't blame you. At all. We're all a little bit Pavlovian, right? All us animals, human and otherwise.
Even my dear friend who made the first informal diagnosis of the Kid, the one that got her into Early Intervention, is now working with the ABA people... when before she held to Floortime as a more-or-less religious doctrine. But... she still sees her clients as people, not... programmable person-shaped units.
Which brings us back full circle, almost! :D
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...hey, I made an effort. Aaaand I'm almost feeling a little tired, maybe? Sigh. It is VERY weird, to just be able to not-sleep, with the side effect of 'your brain works faster and seemingly better... but it's kind of like overclocking your CPU, insofar as you actually CAN glitch your way into a mental hospital.' >_<