We Waste Time, So You

What You Have Told Us Is Rubbish. The World Is Really A Flat Plate Supported On The Back Of A Giant Tortoise.

To My Mathematical Brain, The Numbers Alone Make Thinking About Aliens Perfectly Rational.

At Times, I Get Very Lonely Because People Are Afraid To Talk To Me Or Don't Wait For Me To Write A Response. I'm Shy And Tongue-tied At Times. I Find It Difficult To Talk To People Who I Don't Know.

Our Population And Our Use Of The Finite Resources Of Planet Earth Are Growing Exponentially, Along With Our Technical Ability To Change The Environment For Good Or Ill. But Our Genetic Code Still Carries The Selfish And Aggressive Instincts That Were Of Survival Advantage In The Past. It Will Be Difficult Enough To Avoid Disaster In The Next Hundred Years, Let Alone The Next Thousand Or Million. Our Only Chance Of Long Term Survival, Is Not To Remain Inward Looking On Planet Earth, But To Spread Out Into Space.

When I Get To Heaven I'm Gonna Find The Guy In Charge Of The Weather And Kick His Rear.