Kevin said:
Hehehe. Been reading _A_Brief_History_Of_Time_ lately?
"...if you meet your antiself, don't shake hands! You would both vanish
in a great flash of light." --Stephen Hawking
Haha... as long as we're OT, there is an old poem to that effect.
Hal
Far up beyond the tropostrata
There is a region dark and stellar
Where, on a streak of antimatter
Lived Dr. Edward Anti-Teller.
Remote from fusion's origin
He lived unguessed and unawares
With all his anti-kith and -kin,
And kept macassars on his chairs.
One day while idling by the sea
He spied a tin of monstrous girth
That bore three letters: AEC.
Out stepped a visitor from Earth.
Then, shouting gladly o'er the sands
Met two who in their alien ways
Were like lentils. Their right hands
Clasped, and the rest was gamma rays.
