Archive for May, 2021
What if one of these dinosaurs needed to scratch his nose, or rub his eyes? I mean they lived in a place where there was vegetation and that means allergies, right? Sure they had more oxygen back then but still, sneezing must have been a nightmare, and how long do you think it took for food to work it’s way down that LONG throat?
I can only assume these guys slept standing up and never had to worry about biting their nails. How did they fight? Swinging their heads against each other, I would imagine. But that would only be possible if they had a built in system that prevented them from getting dizzy, blacking out, or falling over.
So, maybe these were the “flower children” dinosaurs. Maybe they didn’t fight, or try and kill any of the others. Maybe…they just foraged and hummed softly to each other. Perhaps they swayed together and tried to stay out of the way of the meat eaters (still alive today). Maybe they were “nice” dinosaurs. We’re always ready to believe other species are nice and want to be friends. It’s not true, of course, but we still fantasize about it. Well, at least some of us do.
If these were real dinosaurs, I think they would be slow, like those in the beginning of Jurassic Park. Not like T-Rex or the Valapsa Raptors. Those guys are killers, and the raptors work in groups and are smarter than your average dinosaur.
Science currently has ways where it might be possible to bring dinosaurs back. It wouldn’t surprise me if they did bring them back. If Godzilla is not a cautionary tale, I don’t know what is, but as the scientists always say, “We do it because we can.”
As far as I’m concerned, dinosaurs had their turn. The next comet is probably for us.
Photo: Scott Greer
Photo: Achraf Alan
“What kind of place is this?” she asked, dropping her bag on the counter.
“What’s your story?” We want to know,” he said, smiling at her spiked hair and dark eyes.
“Why do you want to know? And which story?”
“We’re collecting stories so that when we’re extinct, and another race of beings come here, they’ll find the stories and know what we were all about. And we all only have one story, which is made up of the chapters of our lives.”
She stared at him. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Why would I be kidding?” he asked, frowning.
“First of all you’re assuming the alien beings will be able to read our languages, or understand our spoken word, but most of all, why do you think anyone would care?”
“Every race will have an archeologist and everyone is curious.”
“No,” she said. “That’s completely false. You seem to think that we are important, that the rock we’re on is important, that our story is important, and I don’t think any of that is important.”
“You don’t know that and Aliens are already among us,” he said, tapping his pencil on the book in front of him.
“Then alien’s already know all about us. If they live among us, they don’t need our stories after we’re dead.”
He started grinding his teeth. “You bring up some good points.”
“What if the beings who come here later aren’t curious?”
“Impossible. Every being is curious.”
“I would like to introduce you to a few people I know who could disprove that theory.”
“It’s not a theory, it’s a truth.”
“No. It’s not. It might be your truth, but it’s not a real truth, it’s just something you think you believe, therefore, you see it as a truth when it’s simply a personal opinion.”
“Why did you come in here,” he asked.
“I’m an archeologist and I was curious.”
Photo: Etienne Girardet
wearing high tops
not always appreciated
while we’re in it
it’s often later
that we realize
what we once had
but it’s that way with
even the things
we’re doing right now
at this very second
there’s no other way