Writing daily seems to have failed. Oh, well. Shit happens, rama rama ding ding, as the shirt once said.
What is it about humans that we love our diurnal cycles so much? Our circadian rhythms are so much a part of who and what we are that we are unable to function without our normal timing. Those people living on Mars time are completely out of sync with their neighbors and communities, but would things be any better if they actually lived on Mars and got to see the Sun rise and set at different times each day? Considering this, my mind spools into repercussions that make predictions about alien lifeforms ("Goldilocks zones" and whatnot) seem painfully myopic.
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