They—in this case the they in question would be an international team of astronomers—believe the star Tau Ceti may have five planets—one of which might be habitable. At 12 light years away, may be a few years before an infrastructure supports the necessary Waffle Houses along the flight path. I only mention this possibility to underscore the notion that this ride on our own orb hurtling around our solar system’s sun is such an unlikely occurrence.
Amazingly, the astronomy folks can predict for us with uncanny accuracy a whole array of future events such as eclipses and alignments. They predict that on September 8, 2040, Mercury, Venus, Mars, as well as Jupiter and Saturn should cluster together with a crescent moon. I hope for clear skies. And, there are the other obvious hurdles to consider as well.
How curious, then, that I have no idea at all about what might be happening on September 8, 2022. Not on January 8, 2022 either. Nor any date for that matter. In truth, I'm not 100% certain what the next minute holds for me. I’m not sure I will finish this little meandering. I’m not sure it will be posted to this blog.
Note to self: I am not sure of much of anything.
Makes it all the more interesting when thinking about crossing paths with others while we are on this tilt-a-whirl. Sort of a didn’t see the hims or the hers coming. Of course, they didn’t see us coming as well.
And we came from a
long way off—just go back, oh, a dozen generations. All the little
decisive moments that created the twists and turns along the way. All
those unforeseen encounters to get to the encounter that surprises us.
So, no, no resolutions for me. My mantra for 2022 then: Didn’t see that coming. And I won’t. You won’t either. Happy New Year, and enjoy the ride.
(Modified from original Facebook note of
December 2012)
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