Solar Sails And Exoplanets

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This first paragraph got added on to what appears below. That'a because I just wrote a paragraph that took an inordinate amount of ti-me to craft, but the result shows that my attempts at prose are just a carry-over from my poetry and it's great fun to make do:

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It's just my highly disregardable opinion, but try as I might, all the gods I manufacture by abstract construction seem altogether human. They're just like I think I might be in my more transcendent, more-of-me expansions of spirit. Yet, those sheer, scintillating mo-me-nts of ecstasy have never been enough to stultify my acute fear of a meaningless (me-and-thee-ing-less) death, alone without a god of my own making. '-)

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It's gonna get above 100° Fahrenheit today and the humidity is already over 90%. It's been that way for nearly two weeks. Old people and babies die if they're not cared for in this kind of weather. I almost died once from heat prostration. I passed out unconscious and was laying out in the Sun when they found me. It took a couple of days to recouperate, but I was in my early teens then. It didn't hurt when I passed out, but I had a terrible head ache for a week.

Around here it's called getting the monkey on your back. Once it happens the rumors are that it makes a body more susceptible to heat stroke for the rest of their lives. I don't actually believe that. Most of the farm boys who worked in tobacco here in the Southeastern U.S. have had heat strokes because it's not recognizable at first, but there are signs that it's coming on. Ignore them at your peril.

I've thought several times it would be a good way to commit suicide. As I've mentioned often enough, I've considered suicide every day of my life since I was nineteen years old. That adds up to fifty years of thinking about killing myself. I ain't dead yet, but it's coming. Employing heat prostration to kill oneself wouldn't even be recognized as self-murder by an older person. "Another one bites the dust."

Just about every time I see the oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico on TV it looks red, and I think about it being the blood of the earth. Maybe that's what happened when we occupied Mars and the planet that used to roam the orbit where there are only astroids left from when we blew it up. We used each of those planets blood up and killed it.

Why would we not? Life is a parasite that eats planets. Once life uses up what nutrition a planet offers life, it's time to move on and find another planet to sponge off of. We seem to be spilling more and more of the planet Earth's blood at a more rapid pace now. It probably won't be long before we blow it up so that life (everything here that's not on Mars) can make itself into a solar sail and drift until we find another exoplanet to do our feeding frenzy upon so that life can evolve into homo sapiens again.

The one thing that I don't have a smart-ass answer to in this regard is that in my remembering vision I arrived as a pearl-like radiant point of light after life was already established here on Earth. I joined a group of existing pearls, and I've never felt sure we all came from the sa-me source.

My personal believe, currently, is that we ca-me from all over the universe or perhaps even universes, and are each eternal. We may inhabit other worlds that don't harbor life as we know it. That's the one thing I feel pretty sure about. Us pearls gotta evolve into homo sapiens or life's equivalent of what homo sapiens represent in the here and now or we can't contemplate the future or the past, but we got forever to bring that about. I think we gotta be able to do that to get beyond life as we presently know it.
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