Hope for Discovery

I’m hoping for a discovery today, perhaps a

new exoplanet in a galaxy light years away,

one which lies in the Goldilocks Region of

the star it orbits, you know, occupying that

perfect porridge zone of “just right,”not too

hot and not too cold, a rock-solid mass about

the size of Earth where liquid water is likely

to flow. Astrophysicists theorize that there are

billions of those in our own galaxy, you know.

I’m hoping that today will be the day we’ll get

a signal from some distant place to let us know

that we are not alone out here in the universal

vastness of things. There are those who fear that

the discovery of intelligent life other than ours

could threaten the existence of humankind on

this tiny speck of a planet on which we live. I,

for one, am more concerned about the clear and

present dangers we pose to ourselves. I continue

to hope (and pray) that Trump and his crew of

inept miscreants are but a distasteful and cruel

alternate-reality TV show which will not be

renewed for yet another season.

Chris Hanch 7-2817