I love buckyballs. Not the ones that tore up some kid’s intestine – those are magnets and hello? Yucky parenting. Where were you when she was eating the twelfth one, much less 37?
No, I’m talking about awe inspiring sixty carbon balls in space. Microscopic giant soccer balls that probably will be useful for something great.
If you can’t wait for manned spaceflight to see them, just burn a candle. They exist in the smoke.