Two years before I was born, Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin became the first two men on the moon. — Well, that’s official history anyway. What’s also official history is the stated fact that NASA will be looking to prepare its astronauts for “the next steps of space exploration: human missions to Mars and to worlds beyond.” What’s not official history is the basic (smoke screen) that there are several species of space aliens out there, watching us here: little green people (some grey ones as well) who are finding their sightings of white men jumping through the sky on top of giant rockets (how would they at all put this?) a tiny piece hilarious. Well, we’re exploring the inner layers of the last frontier, that’s all. And the words of Stephen Hawking is ringing in my head: “Once we spread out into space and establish colonies, our future should be safe.” And this is the point when the space aliens start chuckling a little. But that’s not official history, remember: those are nothing other than the strange noises resident in this writer’s head. –
Sincere adults, indeed! Uhhrgh! — With their power structures that are all about war. The guns and the ammo, the handgrenades, the bazookas, the rockets, the mine fields, the cruisers, destroyers, and jet fighters and stealth bombers, the nuclear bombs, and the satelite controlled tracking systems. War and utter bloodbath, goddamn it! That’s all there is to it; honestly! War and a superficial readiness to invade space, that’s it. What we’re watching here is a species of bed-wetters that is head-on into the exploration of the last frontier, as they have come to see it: Alfa Centauri, Barnard’s Star, and beyond.
Human suffering is the order of the day. There’s no truth in it, really, only the baddest of all luck, and screamingly unfortunate omens. What some of us care to look at is a future in which levels of human suffering must be brought in check, and peace should reign so that we can get ourselves ready to do something useful about the ways in which we are disconnecting ourselves from Mother Nature, and start to tend to the interest of all these ecosystems of ours, which we seem to be destroying. None of this has anything to do with the proposed invasion of space, of course. So beat me up for being blunt about it, okay? That’s good, yeah. Burp. Sigh. Ah. –
I often think of myself as an internet idiot who is here on a fact finding mission at the service of a group of space alien planetary life systems investigators. I think of them as a very practical lot, and that they would like to teach the human species a little something about planetary home protection. But first they need to get their heads around the idiot complexity of the situation here. It’s not all that easy. The human species, which is on top of the food chain here, is generally unaccustomed with the idea of that ecosystems need protection. We’re pumping the fumes of our oil, gas, and coal consumption straight into the atmosphere here (for starters), and thereby heating it up and creating climate chaos. We’ve done so wrong for so long, today we haven’t got a clue as to how to live without doing it. In the minds of my space aliens it really should be so much easier. In my own personal mind I also think it should be so much easier. But it isn’t. — There’s a world of spiritual and structural problems down here.
I’m definitely under the influence of space aliens here. They must have invaded my brain. And I think they think this war story is truly too much. Furthermore, I think they think the human suffering story is the same: too much. And it sure makes you wonder why to bother. And to think to yourself: what is it with people? Could it be that bloody war and human suffering are the surest of all signs that humanity is sane like it should be? I mean: that war and human suffering work as evidence to conclude that sanity reigns amongst our number? I mean: whow! Could it be?
