A couple days ago we had some of the highest sustained winds here, that I have ever seen, (having not lived in hurricane country). Our lawn is littered with whirligigs, as the trees spread their seed with more intensity and volume than I have seen in many seasons. As we are often reminded, in our personal lives and in nature, change is not linear, it is often born during upheavals, volcanic explosions, comets ripping into planetary objects, tsunami's and hurricanes ripping into coastlines.
So as Hubble is fixed, yet again, and our vehicles are roving Mars, our human debris litters our moon, our satellites leave our solar system, and our radio telescopes look far and wide, I wonder if the human species are the whirligigs being strewn to the far corners of the universe by some cataclysmic explosion that we as yet, are not aware of, and may never be. Far fetched, perhaps, but worthy of pondering I think. We are, as a species, if nothing else, prolific progenitors.
Ahh, but if we are the seeds, what are we to grow?
So as Hubble is fixed, yet again, and our vehicles are roving Mars, our human debris litters our moon, our satellites leave our solar system, and our radio telescopes look far and wide, I wonder if the human species are the whirligigs being strewn to the far corners of the universe by some cataclysmic explosion that we as yet, are not aware of, and may never be. Far fetched, perhaps, but worthy of pondering I think. We are, as a species, if nothing else, prolific progenitors.
Ahh, but if we are the seeds, what are we to grow?
