Time itself fills downward lunges in a net of stars that as the galaxy mean temperature drops as it must with entropy of any kind, particles move more and more slowly slowly. When the temperature of the universe dips below (a winter chill), 3,000 degrees Kelvin, and electrons slow down just enough to be captured by passing protons that, in turn, birth long strings of atoms heated and headed for our tired and polluted planet of no return. I am here to tell you that it’s too late. Cassandra did not have an abortion because she was one.