Space does not hate. To hate would imply there is something there to placate, to bribe, to be for mercy. Space is implacable. It wants nothing. It feels nothing. Space is a vast, unfeeling infinity that drove H. P. Lovecraft to fill it with unspeakable and blasphemous entities because that was preferable to that much nothingness interrupted only with the occasional speck of matter.
But it’s… Space… The final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise. It’s five-year mission to explore strange new worlds. To seek out new life, and new civilization! To boldly go where no man has gone before!
@Jim Prower
Actually, space is pretty full. Cosmic rays are the least of your worries besides the streams of hypervelocity solar plasma, random gamma ray bursts, complete exposure to ultraviolet radiation, random chunks of rock flying around at orbital speeds…
No, space is nothing. Which is exactly why it’s so dangerous. Nothing means no air. No air means nothing to breathe, and nothing to stop the dangerous cosmic rays.
Depends on how the word “hate” is meant, I can see how some might think “Space hates you”
It was more like space is dangerous and you need to prepare for the worst. Similar, but not quite the same.
I dunno. It’s pretty much the conclusion on which “The Martian” ends :p
I just did that. Thank you for making me think of that.
It’s very fitting.
Space is sufficient quantity of nothing to permit the phenomena you’ve described.
Space hates everyone. Except Batman.
Actually, space is pretty full. Cosmic rays are the least of your worries besides the streams of hypervelocity solar plasma, random gamma ray bursts, complete exposure to ultraviolet radiation, random chunks of rock flying around at orbital speeds…
Nothing is dangerous.