It is with great fervor that a close friend of mine and I argued one warm night about the existence of intelligent life outside the thores of this solar machinery. Its a topic dear to me. It allows avoiding the shallow problems that life presents to me periodically without failure. The very thought of alien worlds instigates a profound flow of imagination in me and allows me to take leave of other trivialities.
Of course in this radical and rapidly evolving world, time for such fantasies is incoherent. To dwell on such thoughts by a man on the wrong side of twenty will be viewed with as much suspicion to his sanity as to his lunacy. This part of life's journey is to be spent in establishing oneself as an ideal citizen of the society and attempt to claim as high a grade as is possible on the counts of being a self made man.
I have scored poorly on the above subjects. Thus having attained an alibi to exhibit my immense love for this intriguing puzzle, I will venture to put logic to it and be sure to be defeated for my endeavors by a more intelligent public. So it is for a lost cause that I will subscribe to in the coming lines.
"Is it not possible that another sun should exists with the same dimensions as can physics define in another part of the universe", I queried.
"Very much so.” replied my friend knowing fully well that he had his defense well prepared.
"Is it also not possible that such a sun should boast of a planetary system", I quipped with an eagerness to make a point on deductive logic.
"Yes."
"And some of those solar satellites should be of rocky constitution?"
"Quite possible"
"Can one of those rocks be at the same distance from the sun as our little home is from our sun?"
"Yes!” came a tired reply.
"Then should not life take the same form of evolution as it has in this world!!! ", I cried. I felt I had scored one over my dear friend.
"Well, what you say is a complete theory with no biological, zoological or physics behind it", he remarked.
"But surely, probability has its merits", I insisted.
"It has and it ends here, it does not prove anything", he closed my argument like a razor on a chicken's neck.
I suddenly found myself gasping for more reasoning. Ofcourse if it were to be taken literally, I would still be short of breath.
It pays to get good grades in science, which Ofcourse Yours Truly never got. I firmly believe that I would have been well positioned to pitchfork my argument into more scientific directions had I those qualities.
Like a poor loser I will tell you that he mumbled some scientific aberrations in my logic. He was definitive and built his argument on concrete as he assaulted my sandcastle. As is my wont, I reclined back on the large bed that I occupied and tried to help myself to another drink.
There he sat all victorious knowing fully well that he had beaten me yet again. He is a dear chap with a generous sprinkling of intelligence that lies beneath the mire of rebelisim that he outwardly displays. He is pompous of his ken and does not shy away from using it to beleaguer someone whose own knowledge is limited to sensing whether to leave the ball or not.
But I chuckled inside me. There is a scorecard that is never displayed on a playground. It is there in the player's mind. No matter how hard a defeat the public one displays, the internal one merrily points out the moments in the game where the loser had the upper hand.
And to this scorecard is what I turn to. He beat me no doubt, on the counts of my feeble logic that I still pride myself on. However, even he would concede that there is a thing called hope.
To tie science and mysticism in matrimony is inconceivable, but think long enough about it and you will find that it is this alliance that provides the fodder for the existence of this universe.
So having reclaimed an ounce of the vast land that I lost, I retreat to my world again. I will peep in awhile to see how sympathetic you have been to read my wasteful foolscaps.
Having reached the end, I will scour my mind for a question to pose to you.
Is your "hope" of a better tomorrow based solely on "Science”?
