Moon Thoughts
Stood outside last night in the light of the full moon. A glorious sight. The pasture was calm and well lit. I thought of our ancestors as they walked the savannah on such a night. Or did they walk at all because it exposed them to predators. And what did they think of that dim bright light in the night sky, so different from the sun, yet still a source of light in a time of darkness. A mystery to them for sure.
Not so much for us any more. Heck. We sent people to walk on it. No more talk of gods and goddesses. No more stories. No more tales. Although, to be honest, having a planet crash into the earth and eject material into the sky to then form our moon still sounds like a story even if it is one based on science rather than pure imagination. And it still takes imagination to put the scientific facts together. So, maybe we’re continuing to make up stories, we’re just doing it from a different perspective. Although, I know a lot of people don’t trust scientists because their inscrutable facts are just that, inscrutable.
So, they sort of sound like a new version of a priesthood as they try to explain how they looked at a rock and determined it was several million years old. Which might explain why conspiracy theories are so popular. They're good stories and easy to understand. The only downside is that I can remember how the church treated Galileo, or what happened when Chairman Mao convinced all the kids in China that scientists were counter-revolutionary, and it makes having discussions about problems explained by science a lot more difficult, and well nigh impossible sometimes. And at that point, I went back to bed, with no solution in sight.