Obviously they were assuming balloons were filled with supervacuum. We have had 100 years and not invented even that.

Truly we have failed our ancestors.

Thanks, really interesting!

Wait why?

I know exactly what you mean.

It’s like sleep is trying to pull you in with whisps of itself like the enticing fingers of a lover. You act coy, trying to keep afloat because the boundary feels… Exquisite. The whisps become more demanding little by little until finally you succumb and let them take you in and it feels like floating though clouds of immaterial boobs.

And then you are asleep.

Yea, more a complement to.