One might wonder whether our little corner of The Vast Somethingness is poised to receive even more and stranger outcasts from a place and time long far away. Are we in receipt of the flotsam and jetsam of some long dead solar system whose remnants are finally making their way toward ours? Comets are generally believed to be among the earliest fragments of the universe's creation, the witnesses and watchers of all that is or was -- yet this one appears all but equipped for overnight camping out, complete with H2O and whatever resources of which we still know little.
Actually, taking a ride on a comet (echoes of a reviewer's praise of Charles Fort's books come to mind. . .) out and away from planet Earth doesn't sound like a bad idea, now that American business people (Ford Motor Co., etc.) have returned from a tour of Chinese factories in shock, astounded by China's immense progress in robotics, energy production, inexpensive automobiles and other futuristic plans -- while we in the USA sit on our hands, intimidated and slowed in our efforts by politics, absurd mountains of legislation and unions, unions, unions. Are we dead yet?
But impressed we are with President Trump's efforts both in the Middle East and on the ground with I.C.E. in America.
Trouble is, in trying to negotiate anything, when we look upon radical Islam and say oh, my, what a backward, brutal ancient religion you are -- and then Islam or those of a similar mind might respond by saying, whoa dude, your Christianity is also an ancient religion with its faults, so who are you to tell us we're inferior? Simply put, whether the name is Jesus, Mohammad, Zeus, Thor, the goddess Diana or a wooden god on a post constructed by some old jungle civilization it's all confined in the same bubble o' craziness, and the only escape is to grab onto the next comet or asteroid and get out of town. Oh, and speaking of comet riders -- be sure to say hi to Marshall Applewhite and the gang.
