If you were looking forward to more wood based content I’ll have to disappoint you (for now). Instead, no less than an impeachment of our depicted role within the cosmos.
NASA broke the news today, a bit rugged as usual, that there is liquid water on Mars, a pretty big one in terms of planetary updates. The more and the more closely lads and lassies with big telescopes and bigger computers look out, the more amazing discoveries become unveiled. I love that stuff.
And I strongly suggest the tone of voice in regards to announcements as today should become less pretentious. Water is agreed to be an essential requirement for life as we know it, or as we imagine it. To declare the cohesion of water and the chance for “primitive life forms” is one thing, and I would not oppose it. But when it happens on the pretext of humankind being anything but a “primitive life form” it constitutes a claim I choose to decline. How advanced can a lifeform be allowed to call itself, when – all technological advancement put aside – it’s been stuck chasing it’s tail for millenia?
There is this theory (may one of my phyiscist friends correct me on that) that the whole visible, material universe only exists because of an incredibly tiny inbalance between matter and antimatter. Add that bit of antimatter and booom, annihilation. I’ll put this in the slipstream of that theory: All the heartwrecking, ongoing suffering in the world created around us is due to an incredibly tiny inbalance between love, and the sheer absence thereof. Add that bit of love and boom…
Somebody had a similar idea.