After coming back from the walk I took in the clouds, I decided to return to the point in the divide where I left off a days ago even at the risk of a lawsuit brought against me by the astronauts at the NASA, and by the genetic scientists who I have probably offended by now with my complete and utter irreverence. Of course I don't hold anything against those intent on exploring the cosmos, but as for having my vicinity populated by four legged chickens and the like, well, let's just say that I would go only so far to ensure that my chicken dinner contains a drumstick, besides, I prefer the part attached to the butt myself... hehehe...

Here is where I am in the divide...

And yet we wonder why humans profess an insatiable desire to navigate the stars, the planets and galaxies not our own. The universe, for all the unknowns intrinsic to it, is nonetheless infinitely easier to come to an understanding of than the chaos and complexities, not to mention the conflicting tendencies of our own human minds, especially when you throw the parts of us which are mystical into the equation. Newton and Einstein would throw up their hands in a gesture of surrender if it were we they had to explain away instead of the various laws of physics, unchanging perhaps across space and time, but definable still.

There's the truth of it though we may convince ourselves that it is our thirst for knowledge of the things outside ourselves which drive us to pursue supernovas. It's an escapist attempt which allow us to think of ourselves as noble, when in fact what we secretly believe is that the less we know of ourselves, the better and the safer it is for humanity to remain as it always has, always poised on the verge of some discovery or another, about the universe, about planex X or Y or V, about a weapon which will surely obliterate us, anything and everything but the discovery of ourselves.