“Up down, turn around, please don’t let me hit the ground…”
It’s been forever and a light-year in getting to this point. I feel free, light-hearted, and full of age. I must say, if the world’s indeed ending this weekend, I’ll have at least accomplished the feat of a university degree.
This summer, I will plan to:
- NOT Die
- NOT Get killed
- Study statistical models of NOT dying
- Swimming in a shallow body of NON-life-endangering river streams
- Not dying nope.
Recently, we’ve learned that Roswell may have been faked by the Russians who at the time had been experimenting on humans. People have however, approached it with much skepticism. I mean, who wants aliens, and who wants tortuous communists?
I think the reality of the situation is balanced on what’s more likely? For instance, how likely is it for our planet to really be found by interstellar travelers? Given the vast unimaginable size of space, it seems unlikely.
And how likely is it that human beings will make believe, conduct horrifying medical experiments upon one another, and create widespread panic? Perhaps we should look further into these things…
But I realize that the unbelievable sounds horrifically unappealing, and while the theory of an alien spacecraft crashing in Roswell seems more human than not, people need Roswell’s alien to be real. People need the support of an outer-presence that confirms that they are indeed not alone in the universe.
“Blue eyes crying in the rain..”
I have all of this time on my side, and it’s between here and tomorrow-land that exists. I can at last find the harmony that exists between Roswell and Judgement day, and accept the fate that awaits all of us science-minded individuals.
You know, if the world does end…and people disappear from their
