Lullaby

This is unlike the story it was written to be... -- Peach, Plum, Pear, Joanna Newsom

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My name is Daniel.

I am a human, but you know that, of course. Why would you expect me to be any different? You wouldn’t, no questions asked. That’s just the way it is. We’re all humans here; that makes perfect sense.

But what if we’re not? The universe is staggeringly vast! Why all the empty space? Neither Creationism nor Darwinism has opposed the possibility of extra-terrestrial life-forms. They do not verify the existence of such things, either, but instead, lend to the possibility. The mere possibility is there, just the glimmer of hope, in both beliefs, and that is something they’ve never disagreed on. Furthermore, both show how possible such a feat can be, and how relatively easy considering the processes. First, Darwinism gives rise to “survival of the fittest”, a theory of evolution which exists in day-to-day life regardless of the truth or untruth behind its source. Creationism, meanwhile, states that the whole universe was created in seven days, with a specific focus on our own Earth and what lived on it. In the Bible, anyone can read (nowadays) that there are clearly other life-forms which we may or may not see. Angels and Demons are not necessarily space-craft faring creatures, but by the mere definition of the word, they are in fact aliens: extra-terrestrial beings. So by that we can safely assume that other life exists other than on our planet (how shamefully prideful that we should think the stars were created merely for our pleasure)!

Science aside, I feel in my heart that there are other things out there. Are they friend or foe? Advanced or Neolithic? Humanoid or otherwise? Bi-pedal, Quadra-pedal; do they fly or swim? Can they breathe what we can, or do they breathe at all? So many questions, and no answers. Just Human curiosity and Human supposition and all those other things which lend so easily to error.

It has been said that “Curiosity killed the cat”, but the personification of such a thing can only have one of two meanings: The cat was too slow to learn from his mistakes, or that Man, being feeble, has cleverly attempted to impede his own growth in exchange for longevity.

My brain hurts these days.
And my heart hurts.
And I can’t seem to find the answers to the questions I have. Nor can I find the rest I’ve needed for far too long. I find myself falling in love with the impossible, but how impossible is what I love, if I can love it at all?