Ways to identify space travelers
They move – through space. Sound a bit familiar? It should! Denizens of the animal and even vegetable and mineral kingdoms do it!
So, suppose we are considering an “outer space” traveler – as in one that traverses interstellar distances? Many might say that the human “mind” does that all of the time – as in pondering the mysteries of the universe, as “I’m sure” we all do – more or less. Yeah, we should all be so smart.
Let’s narrow this down a bit – “alien” visitors from beyond our galaxy visiting our humble planet – OK, there we have it! Now, define “alien”. Someone with two left shoes? Green skin or a funny hat? How’s about an unregistered motor vehicle? Sounds like some rather suspect “space cadet” neighbors I know.
Let’s narrow this down further – oh, what the heck, let’s jump right into the fun! They ARE among us. You know what I mean … those folks that always seem to have a knack for reading your mind – like dear old Mom or Dad – or the spouse. The familiar ones that finish your sentences before you can get a word in edgewise – you know who I mean! The “aliens” among us.
You go about your own business on this humble planet and – whammo! Some space cadet is breathing down your neck. You want to come up for air, yet they are still yapping at you – depriving you of your “space”. Guess what? They’ve been traveling it – YOUR space – zip, zoom, zing … in a quantum leap, leaving you biting dust, leaving YOU feeling like the alien on one strange planet.
How do you recognize these “space travelers”? Well, for one thing, they spew forth a lot of hot air – call it “jet fuel” – but that’s not quite enough energy potential to even dial-up interstellar distances, let alone travel them (and oh, how you’d like to send them “home”). Maybe it’s a certain knack they have for intercepting your quantum foam – you know, that stuff that cushions you against meteorite crashes and other cosmic interferences?
Zip, zoom, zing – or was that the doorbell this time? Oh! It’s my daughter coming in from walking the dog – or, how can I be sure? Aren’t we all stardust anyhow? I mean, aren’t all life forms recycled starlight – including daughters and their puppies – yes, they travel through space too.
Or am I the alien? After all, don’t I “think” like one? Maybe we are not so different after all. A bit of starlight and a propensity to travel space – we all do have so much in common.
