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{{a|cosmology|[[File:Pangalactic gargleblaster.jpg|450px|thumb|center|The [[event horizon]], yesterday.]]}}As we move into the holiday season (known by Europeans as the “'''[[MiFID]] Season'''”<ref>A joke that shall grow old, as we who are left grow old.</ref>) a reminder of the absolute limits on forgiveness imposed by the very fabric of the [[space-time continuum]] itself. Hence, the [[Schwarzschild radius of alcohol consumption]]—closely related to the [[Schwarzschild radius of document comprehension|equivalent for document comprehension]]—is the radius of a sphere such that the gravitational force of one’s judgment to get up, brush oneself off and go home, is finally and irreversibly outweighed by the nuclear forces of inebriation, meaning it is certain that you will collapse into a black hole of despair by morning. Your only hope — and it isn’t a very edifying one — is to be ejected into a [[Parallel universe|parallel]] dimension<ref>As often as not manifested as a nasty cocktail bar in a part of town you don’t recognize and wouldn’t, if anyone asked you, usually choose to enter.</ref> as an [[incandescent spume of cosmic gas]].