My best friend Pauly would be having a field day with the current reports about outer space had he survived beyond 2020.

He didn’t die of COVID, but a quick-striking heart attack, most likely caused by years of cannabis use.

He was always up on the latest bit of space gossip, which explained his fascination with X-Files, chem trails, Area 51 and such.

Over the last few weeks, we’ve been getting reports of a comet that is not acting like a comet and some believe may be an alien space craft, and a skull like structure on the surface of Mars.

Scientists are telling us that an asteroid is going to hit the moon, perhaps as early as the early 2030s, which will cause havoc on earth and could destroy most of our satellites.

This may explain why we (whomever we is – this government or that – have been trying to relocate other asteroids using high explosives.

If all this sounds a bit far fetched, a Chicken Little kind of fairy tale, I fully understand.

We have moved beyond reason discourse and apparently see our own mortality, and have decided we do not want to pass from this mortal coil alone, and perhaps want to take the mortal coil with us.

I’m more concerned with the normal stuff, the usual madness we engage in from time to time that results in the slaughter of millions of people for no real good reason.

Russia seems as out of control now as Germany was in the lead up to World War II, though now, we have nuclear weapons to play with.

Here at home, we are witnessing a major social change as the babyboomers pass away (as many as 7,000 a day with even more by 2030, and the next generation takes its place on top of the food chain, spouting already disproven theories in order for them to sperate themselves from our legacy.

I’m uncertain as to how Pauly would feel about that, and whether this ever fed into his conspiracy theories. He didn’t live long enough to see the seeds being sewn, and I’m not sure I’ll live long enough to see the result of all of it, but feel that we are as a race in decline.

Some believe the high point of human existence was the Egyptian era, a politically-incorrect idea for a generation being choked to death on woke.

Plato once claimed most people live in a cave and see reality as shadows cast on a wall, and that enlightenment is when we emerge finally into sunlight and see the world for what it really is. But it seems we are traveling backwards, returning to the cave, painting images on the walls that we believe as authentic when they are mere illusions, fragments of our vivid imagination and on propensity to seek self-destruction.

I suspect we are on the verge of civil war – part of which is the babyboomer refusal to give up power – and we will not really know what the future will look like until it is over, much the way we could not leading up to the first civil war, which fundamentally changed our world, and not for the better. We are in someways still fighting that war, trying to lay blame for things such as slavery, and leadership over the last few decades has created more divisiveness while spouting the blessings of diversity.

We are not all the same, do not have the same abilities, and until we come to grips with this fact, we will always be at each other’s throats. Life is not fair, and if we don’t accept that fact, we will end up back in the caves, praising illusions we keep painting on the walls.

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