My normal location is Great Britain so it's quite possible some people won't understand what I'm talking about.
There are some kids down at Mi9 whom would know that a carefully aimed rock cutter pointing from a mountain of olive groves roughly due West would allow access to a place where a beacon could be planted in an underground chamber that would allow me to park a helo right next to a golden dome in the space of three minutes but some would find such talk either insightful or full of incense.
I'd prefer not to start a riot on that level and would advise any bystanders carrying anything other than video recording devices to stay clear and stand down.
In terms of relative distances it's possible nobody will even notice anything is taking place.
On the other hand, in a game of asteroids it's possible to lauch an event from Alpha Centauri that swerves around little floating balls, passes through the lensing effect of a black hole, calcaltating the exact density over mass multiplied by acceleration (assuming I remembered that correctly - I learn fast but Hu knows the outcome, well He does but that may be too Ivrit for some), taking into consideration the amount of energy needed from asking Watts up when the current's down by some Ohms and other such sundries...
We just have to say mazel tov and keep mining data until we're either exhausted or the 'verse runs out of fuel and collapses upon itself in an anti-quasar field collapse of quantal sting confuddlement
There's an old UKTV programme that exaggerates the effect quite well; it's called Threads and I believe the BBC made it.
Then there's the pacts that Russians and Americans played with that came to the threat of mutual distraction some thirty-odd years ago (local Earth-Sol-Milky Whey time) but the less said about pacts the better unless you want everyone looking for amir and datum points to correlate the state of the 'verse from an attempted objective attitude when most people are too busy subjecting themselves to extremes if the media is to be bothered with such trivialities.
Personally, it's time for me to imagine myself down at the well, fetching water for the camels, or by the pumps at the filling station, loading legless carriagers.
Reember, there's yolks and there's artychokes on the Great British Bake Off, especially when it comes to marital law.
So listen up youse guys (and I'm counting at least two billion of youse lots) bystanders will be presented with shields to protect against the glaring of the shiners, there will be a macroscopic fight at the loci canal just as sure as there's six pense in halfe a schilling, twelve pence for a bob, twenty leaves in a pound and an olive branch wrapped around a sword orbiting Epsilon somewhere or other.
Grow up, Mankind [not a user name meant, but the organic humanoids many consider are evolved from amoeba], we're currently experiencing what may be considered as the middle of a long chain of events that could easily be expressed as a mobius strip of time that when thrown into a garbage pail leaves everyone completely unnoticed.
I've got work to do.
shalom, for now
