Does anyone else feel mildly ill when they think about the implications of Fermi's paradox? I remember hearing a radio program about a guy who was deeply disturbed by "the silence." I thought it was so silly until I sat with it for awhile and considered the implications of a silent universe. It suddenly felt like everything on our planet - factories billowing smoke and statues piercing through the clouds and fisherman hauling in the latest catch - all of it suddenly seemed so trivial and small and lonely, like a little kid doing a play for two of their plastic action figures alone in a forest.
Does anyone else feel mildly ill when they think about the implications of Fermi's paradox? I remember hearing a radio program about a guy who was deeply disturbed by "the silence." I thought it was so silly until I sat with it for awhile and considered the implications of a silent universe. It suddenly felt like everything on our planet - factories billowing smoke and statues piercing through the clouds and fisherman hauling in the latest catch - all of it suddenly seemed so trivial and small and lonely, like a little kid doing a play for two of their plastic action figures alone in a forest.
If Jonathon Keats is Chief Terrestrial Librarian, can I be the first Chief Extraterrestrial Librarian?