Are we alone and is God really made of Dark Matter?

So here it is. I believe in aliens. Over time there have been way too many strange observations and occurrences that have happened on this earth. Yes I really liked X-Files and was crushed when they took it off the air. How can we be so smug to think that we are the only species in this huge universe? Our knowledge of things is so finite and limited to our current theories. Our theories keep changing as time goes on and now there is a theory that the stuff out there in the universe that is either dark matter or dark energy ( I forget which) is really God. Could that be? I don't see why not. Time will surely tell. Of course it doesn't matter to me either way as I still say my morning prayers to God and ask for his forgiveness and intervention to keep me from screwing up.

Why are we here?

So in my ponderings and musings I have finally come to a big question. Why am I here? What is my purpose? All my life I just kind of went with the flow of wherever life took me. Then one day, when I became a half century old, I started wondering why I was on this earth. Is there some special thing that is in store for each one of us? Is each one of us here on this earth for a special reason. I know I'm here because my Mom and Pop are good catholics and followed the church dogma of be fruitful and multiply. But is there something more to it all. Are we put here by a supreme being with a specific destiny in store for us? Are we here to destroy the earth as a race? I absolutely don't know. I know that my daughter and grandson are a big part of my life and I wonder if that is why I was put here. To be a part of their life. I wonder.

Dictionaries & Thrift Stores

Dictionaries are wonderful things. I still have the one given to me by Marion Schultz for my high school graduation. I primarily use a dictionary to make sure that I am using a word correctly. Like I used untoward in an e-mail reply going to a bunch of astronomers. I didn't want to look like an idiot so I used my dictionary to double check myself. The dictionary of course is a multifunctional tool. Like if you go into the back it has other stuff like abbreviation, arbitrary signs and symbols, my signs & symbols usually involve a finger, proofreader's marks, biographical names, a pronouncing gazetteer, common English given names and even more. My name means "who is like God". Fits me perfectly. But I do have a problem with the dictionary. What if you don't know how to spell the word. You can spend a lot of time looking for a word you don't know how to spell. So was the dictionary designed to help you spell words or know their meaning? And what's with all the other stuff in there? My favorite dictionary is an old two volume job that I got for a couple of bucks in a thrift store. I have been going to thrift stores since a buddy of mine introduced them to me back when I was in the army around 1977. I figure thrift stores have saved me about a gazillion dollars( is that how to spell it?). My wife has more clothes and shoes than Imelda Marcos and I would say that 99% came from thrift stores. I wear Hawaiian shirts. They all come from thrift stores for about $3 each. I love getting a bargain. It's my frugal Irish side. We go to one in Green Valley called the White Elephant. We call it the dead people store. It is full stuff that is donated by old peoples kids that come to clean out their house when their parents have died. Man I'll tell you those old people really buy quality stuff. I wonder what will happen to my stuff when I die? God know's I have lots of stuff.

Gravity

So it's New Years eve and my wonderful wife and I are driving our usual 4 hour drive to Show Low so that we don't have to stay in Tucson in our sardine can and so that we can go cross country skiing, which Roberto otherwise known as Wart introduced us to. On this drive you have to go through this treacherous canyon called the Salt River Canyon. It is bad because of the many rocks that fall down the side of the mountain(because of gravity) and end up in the road where unsuspecting motorists hit them often and blow out their tires. So here we are coming out of the canyon and after I had just passed a car and was going around a corner I had to lower my headlights as a truck was coming the other way. Low and behold right there was a rock that looked like it was the size of a basketball which I promptly ran over with both left side wheels. Sharon screamed as the impact was so loud and she thought the truck had hit us. I am thinking at this point that we will probably be sleeping by the side of the road as my tires are probably both toast. But low and behold we are still going. I pulled over into the first turnout and got out and they were both still round with no sound of escaping air. The front rim was pretty flat in one area though and at low speeds the tire bounced pretty good. So my Irish luck was with me and we proceeded to Show Low in a timely manner especially after I got up to 65 or 70 mph and the tire smoothed out. So gravity got me. So what is gravity anyway? If you ever wipe out an aluminum rim there are places that will fix them for $100 which is pretty good considering that they are $400 new. So I really want to know, what is gravity? The dictionary doesn't explain it well. Also I wonder, where does the ocean water go at low tide? And why do we have bald eagles that come here to Arizona for the winter? They must be true "Snowbirds." I think they are all vagaries of nature.

Global Warming

So I'm wondering, the whole country seems to be getting whacked this year with a colder and nastier winter than usual. Of course here in Arizona we are warmer than usual. In the 70s all week. So what happened to global warming? To be continued.... My ride is here to go get my repaired wheel rims from hitting a rock. Gravity got me. Whatever that is!

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