Justin askins
The mysteries of the universe have always intrigued me: Black Holes, Cold Dark Matter, Flavored Quarks, Dark Energy, Superstring Theory.
Add to that the planetary probes, the Hubble spacecraft, and the holy grail of visiting Mars.
I eagerly watch the commentators detail what Perseverance is accomplishing and what the planned Exomars mission is expected to accomplish.
The accelerated expansion of the universe, verified only in 1998 with two Supernova projects, adds another intriguing speculative area.
Yet today, with rising oceans, melting glaciers, scorching droughts and devastating forest fires, does the macrocosmic and microcosmic universe really matter?
With homelessness, political deadlock, inflation, decaying infrastructure, the plague of COVID-19, does it matter if frozen Enceladus, one of Saturn’s moons, has salty oceans underneath, draining plumes of water vapor and icy particles hundreds of kilometers above the crust? Or even that astrophysicists were surprised by this discovery?
If there is microbial life on Mars, or even if we can colonize it or another planet after we finish rampaging our own (WALL-E gives a wonderful view of our waste), does it really matter in a universe so unlimited and mysterious?
I am not a Christian, but rather a pantheist, a nature lover deeply versed in the literature of the transcendent movement. “Walden” is my Bible, and the natural world is my cathedral.