[Hook] The universe is under no obligation To make sense to you No vibe calibration No comfort station It just does what it do [Intro (spoken)] Neil here… Let’s talk about what’s real, and what just sounds good. [Verse 1] Neil here—zoom out, take the wide-angle view, Thirteen-point-eight billion years, not about you. Galaxies collide, don’t ask how you feel, Supernovas pop—no tarot reveal. You want meaning? Cool. You want comfort? Fine. But don’t confuse bedtime stories With the laws of spacetime. Pseudoscience loves a microphone, hates a test, Claims cosmic relevance, dodges “what happens next?” If it can’t be wrong, it can’t be right, That’s not me being harsh—that’s basic light. [Hook] The universe is under no obligation To make sense to you No vibe calibration No star-sign narration It just does what it do [Verse 2] Let’s define terms—keep it crisp, keep it tight: A theory predicts, survives the fight. Astrology vibes, numerology hums, But where’s the mechanism? Where’s it from? You say “Mercury retrograde broke my phone,” I changed the cable—problem gone. That’s not the cosmos throwing shade, That’s physics quietly getting paid. Correlation’s cute, coincidence sells, Barnum statements ringing everybody’s bells. If it fits everyone, congrats—that’s art, Not an invariant pulling the universe apart. [Hook] The universe is under no obligation To make sense to you No comfort clause No cosmic pause It just does what it do [Verse 3] Science isn’t cold—it’s just honest with scale, Your feelings are real, but they don’t bend spacetime. We map the sky with equations and scars, Not because it’s poetic—because it works, by far. Pseudoscience hates error bars, Loves mystery costumes, fog machines, stars. But reality? Reality shows receipts: Repeat the test—same results on repeat. You don’t believe in gravity, you experience it, Jump off the roof—data’s immediate. Invariants don’t explain themselves in verse, They show up as consequences—sometimes worse. [Hook] The universe is under no obligation To make sense to you No ego placement No human-centric narration It just does what it do [Verse 4] So keep your myths, your symbols, your art, They’re beautiful mirrors of the human heart. Just don’t hand them the keys to causal law, That’s how you drift from awe into flaw. Reality isn’t mean, it’s just consistent, Doesn’t need belief, doesn’t need assistance. Stars don’t care if you’re offended or pleased, They fuse hydrogen with ruthless ease. Final lesson—write it down, make it stick: Truth survives pressure, comfort doesn’t. Invariants don’t negotiate, don’t persuade, don’t plead— They just happen. And they don’t need you to believe. [Final Hook] The universe is under no obligation To make sense to you No myth protection No narrative exemption It just does what it do
