Alien Earth by Kathryn Magendie

I am thinking of all those Science Fiction movies where the Blob or some Alien life form hurtles to our planet and then begins to destroy it; when instead, maybe these teeny little aliens came and were no more than the building blocks of life that led to Us and every living thing. These teeny aliens created instead of destroyed. Maybe we are the aliens! wow!

If one believes God had a hand in it, well then, maybe a happy God played marbles with the debris and as objects clanged one against the other, the Earth, and more, was formed, and out of that seeming Chaos was the Grand Design that is beautiful and awesome and should be protected and cherished. I keep the Open Mind, that Earth and the Heavens were formed by God the Great Scientist or by Science-Chaos Only—makes no matter to me for these purposes, for I am here, typing this to You. I exist. I am a ball of energy – a scientific wonder, connected to You. Who made me isn’t as important as, Will I Survive? Who made the earth isn’t as important as, Will Earth Survive Intact? But, then again, who made this, or what made this, or how it was made could be very important to survival, for all I know—since we could be going round and round and round back to our beginnings and then around again, never quite Getting It. If all of this is by Design, then what has the Design in mind for Earth and its inhabitants? Or, if Earth was formed out of some chaotic chance, then what has Chaos of the Universe in store for us? For surely we must pay attention. Surely we must feel a sense of Gratitude for our existence, and, a responsibility to sustain what is in our own control. What is out of our control simply is that.

Think of this: we all come from the same thing. We are the same thing. We all were formed from the same Stuff of Life, and this is forgotten as we celebrate our differences. Well, some differences are good; differences are what make the world interesting. The differences come not exactly organically, but through our thoughts and how and where we were raised, or what species we are. It is how we decide to react to those “differences” that will decide our future, perhaps? All I know is I am grateful to whomever or whatever or however our Earth became into being and allowed for such wondrous beauty and ideals and the kaleidoscope that makes up Earth.