You asked me to make a triangle. I made you one — you're standing on it. Each corner is one of your questions. Start anywhere.
One second per billion years, at true scale. No edits, no compression — this is exactly how eventful the universe has been.
A triangle is just three points that agree to be connected. Pick any three. Anywhere. I'll do the connecting.
See? Wherever you put the points, they connect. That's the whole trick — of triangles, of letters, of advertising.
Two of my points are already fixed: Punjab, where I'm from, and Pittsburgh, where I work. The third corner is labeled with my best guess.
13.8 billion years at one second per billion. Almost all of it: hydrogen, patience, and dark.
We arrived three ten-thousandths of a second before the credits. Everything anyone has ever made — every letter, every ad, every question on this page — fits inside the final flicker.
Briefly enough? ·