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3278747 No.3278747 [Reply] [Original]

>no one has ever seen

>no direct evidence whatsoever

>still believe it exists

Yes I'm talking about dark matter

>> No.3278749

>implying Nibbler doesn't shit dark matter

>> No.3278752

Physics has become a joke. Hate to say it. Not much new things are left to discover, so they're inventing bullshit.

>> No.3278753

>no direct evidence whatsoever

herp a derp

>> No.3278754

>>3278747
>doesn't know what dark matter is or why we know it's there.

>> No.3278756

>>3278752
you sir are and idiot.

>> No.3278760

>>3278749

What's a nibbler?

>> No.3278765

>>3278752

You sir, are an idiot...

>> No.3278766

>>3278756
>you sir are and idiot.
>you sir are and idiot.
>and idiot
>and idiot

You were saying?

>> No.3278768
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3278768

To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die, to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream – ay, there's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause – there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of disprized love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment,
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered

>> No.3278769

>>3278766
nice dubz

>> No.3278770

>no direct evidence whatsoever

the evidence is the whole reason it was invented you dumbass, also

>implying dark matter isnt just a place holder
>implying anyone "believe " in dark mater
>implying you don't know shit about what you are talking about

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3278774

>>3278747
>no one has ever seen

>no direct evidence whatsoever

>still believe it exists

Yes I'm talking about wind

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3278777

Ugh.

Pic related for ALL OF YOU.

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3278775

To be, or not to be, aye there's the point,
To Die, to sleepe, is that all? Aye all:
No, to sleepe, to dreame, I mary there it goes,
For in that dreame of death, when wee awake,
And borne before an euerlasting Iudge,
From whence no passenger euer retur'nd,
The vndiscouered country, at whose sight
The happy smile, and the accursed damn'd.
But for this, the ioyfull hope of this,
Whol'd beare the scornes and flattery of the world,
Scorned by the right rich, the rich curssed of the poore?
The widow being oppressed, the orphan wrong'd,
The taste of hunger, or a tirants raigne,
And thousand more calamities besides,
To grunt and sweate vnder this weary life,
When that he may his full Quietus make,
With a bare bodkin, who would this indure,
But for a hope something after death?
Which pusles the braine, and doth confound the sence,
Which makes vs rather beare those euilles we haue,
Than flie to others that we know not of.
I that, O this conscience makes cowardes of vs all,
Lady in thy orizons, be all my sins remembred.

>> No.3278773

>>3278768

>2011

>posting Shakespeare

I seriously hope you guys don't do this

>> No.3278779

>>3278777
>saging with an image

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3278782

>>3278747
>no one has ever seen

>no direct evidence whatsoever

>still believe it exists

Yes I'm talking about eyes

>> No.3278786

>no one has ever seen

>no direct evidence whatsoever

>still believe it exists

Yes I'm talking about heterosexual engineers

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3278791

>>3278766
and you're also a summerfag how nice.

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3278795

>>3278779]
>2011
>Saging without an image

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3278799

>>3278747
>>3278747
>no one has ever seen

>no direct evidence whatsoever

>still believe it exists

Yes I'm talking about numbers

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3278801

>>3278786

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3278806

>no one has ever seen

>no direct evidence whatsoever

>still believe it exists

Yes I'm talking about science threads on /sci/

>> No.3278825

>>3278799
Sauce please.

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3278836

>>3278799


Nice shoop.