This one has been a week of technological turbulance. This is being posted at the same time as one a week old.
Plus my site has muffed, very annoying when I'm trying to keep it updated with my wafflings. So many thoughts that I cannot bore you with!
Eeesh, where to begin? I'll tell you that... I went to the St Edward's open evening the other night, and they were so nice! Laura, Jemma and me are going to apply.
So. This week I have mostly been pondering... how we ourselves prove the existance of aliens. The fact that humanity itself exists must tell us something about the universe. That something can actually have life and purpose on an unwelcoming planet (it's cold season here in England, it doesn't usually warm up until May) surely shows that it can happen on any planet where the right gases for a lifeform are found?
I was thinking this in physics today, kinetic energy was doing my head in. That and all the pills I had to take today to a) stop myself from throwing up, b) stop myself from swelling up and going orange and c) make me able to stand up straight despite my uterus trying to eject itself from my reproductive system. But simply the fact that we exist must mean that somewhere out there (no tails of the american or any other kind) other life must exist. They've found organisms at the bottom of dark, murky pits where no light reaches them and all they have for company is slime - sounds a bit like the outside labs - but the point is that they are alive. Primitive, but alive. I don't know if there is intelligent life out there, it stands to my reasoning that there must be, but the point is that there must be something out there. This cannot be it, there must be more.
I take a similar approach to religion. I'm not a religious person. I used to be, but it kind of fizzled out. Basically, there must be more than this. There are people, there are intelligent people, there are 'dumb' animals, there are single-celled things that cannot communicate. But we are not intelligent enough for this world, there must be something greater than this. When I used to make up stories to send Rosie to sleep I would tell her about great gods that knew all and had greater minds than it is possible to imagine. Am I far wrong? I guess we don't find out until we follow the white light.
The tunnel leading to my bright white light would probably have a sign telling me that there were diversions in place and I would have to take the back route, that's the way it usually works for me.
Anyone for waffles?
