Outside Thoughts

I sometimes think of what an outsider would think of our little world. I can’t help but think that any spacefaring species would hear us long before they could see us and might be turned away from the sheer volume of all that noise. Provided that some would venture close enough to take a look I can imagine that they would think us such an awful and backwards race. As we have “advanced” in technology we have littered our world, and even the immediate vicinty, with so much debris that it must be the way that we here would look upon a house with a front lawn littered with unworking vehicles and other detritus. Advanced! the peoples of our world scream. We are so smart! they clamor all in a hurry to congratulate themselves on even the mos modest echievement. Take yourself outside this view and try for a moment to see it with fresh eyes and, like me, you may not be so proud. It’s sad really that for all our “advancements” we can not get much further of this little speck of rock much more than a toddler can jump off the floor. And yet we congratulate and celebrate a space program that has really given us nothing since landing on the moon. Well except Teflon and aerogel.

Moving Things

I sat and watched a lone ant going about his antly business. And the more I watched this single ant, I realized he was just one among a whole group of ants going about their antly business. I lost track of my single ant among all the other ants and increased my field of view. I sat and watched all the moving things on the ground and realized my ants going about their antly business were just one more moving thing among the other moving things on the ground. The shade of the leaves from the tree above cast it’s shadows in moving patterns in the wind. The moving shadows sliding over the moving things on a moving ground began to make my head swim so I looked up at the leaves swaying in the breeze with their shadows sliding over my face and eyes. Beyond the swaying of the leaves I caught glimpses of the moving clouds. They slid silently between the shifting leaves of the swaying tree and my head began to swim with all the moving and sliding and shifting of the things. I cast my gaze out across the gently rolling grass and my eyes landed on the water. I sat and watched as the waves rose and fell and cast themselves on the sand of the beach. The moving leaves shadowing the moving ground below the moving sky reflected in the moving water made my head swim and I closed my eyes to all of it.

There, behind the lids of my eyes, I found moving lights of various colors. Moving things everywhere! Will my head ever stop swimming? I cried out ‘Stop! Please’ and I opened my eyes again to find all the moving things still in their places still doing all their moving things…and I sighed and went back inside where there are far fewer moving things and I collapsed into a chair determined to not be one.