I should admit that this is not one of my photographs, but it was sent by a friend, from fairly far away.
I'll do a deal.You write about this and I'll read.I'll write about Macrae and you read.
OK. It's a deal. I just asked my little alien friend and she said "Oh there's lots of us all over the place, and all through the place too, in different dimensions, but none as stupid as humans", or at least she said "Squeaky, squee, skauky squauky skeaky squueee squak squauketty squeak," and the translator ring round her neck did the rest. OK? Case closed. Now get on with your side of the bargain.Aileen sends her love.
Is that it?Not much of a mystery!You and Aileen can do much better than that.
Possibly, but she has a bit of a sore head today. Edinburgh's Hogmanay while meeting up with Adrig, Edrig and Adm was all a bit too much. She says, "Read the books".
Sometimes I think that the strongest evidence that there are indeed others 'out there', is that they haven't tried to contact us.
Maybe...As in: Maybe they haven't tried, maybe they have, maybe they aren't there, maybe they made us, maybe they watch us, maybe they are and/or were out there in many places but in each and every case wonder or wondered or will wonder if they themselves are alone, and maybe they are here... But... never existed anywhere? that's hard for me to consider feasible. Maybe this year...
It would be incredibly arrogant for us to think that we humans are the only ones...
Another imponderable. Well, yes, we can ponder, but it's not getting us very far, is it? Just as unknowable as to whether there is a 'God' or not. Maybe it's the same thing.
Indeed. Or a multitude of those things, whatever they are, or are not. I'm pretty certain none of them, if they exist in any form, will give much of a damn about me, however, other than perhaps as a marine biologist cares about a prawn, or indeed as a prawn cares about a marine biologist, or as a human cares about whatever (if anything) lives on the next inhabited star system along from ours. But I do see that the (likely) delusion that something big cares about us can be transforming and sustaining, it's just a view I cannot sustain (for long). Time to seek sleep.
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