pigs in space

it is never going to happen. sooner would the year-after-year desires of beauty pageant contestants [world peace!] come true. the probability of such event is as miniscule as the tiniest pilus in the smallest prokaryote swimming happily in the depths of the oceans. it is as likely as someone that has not bought a lottery ticket actually winning it. maybe even less. it dwells on the realm of impossibility, unlikeliness. perhaps even borderline myth, urban legend or folklore. it is the yeti, sasquatch and/or bigfoot [depending on geographical localization] of actual events. on phytonean terms, it is a non-event. but i would love to be proven wrong.