I've been away from my desk most of today. Of course I was able to follow the MOAB news, as the Trump regime deployed the military's largest non-nuclear bomb against supposed ISIS caverns in eastern Afghanistan. Donald Trump is a man-child stunted in his development to the point where trucks and bombs give him joy.
But I also came across some other news on my return, news which makes the child in me sing.
NASA has announced that the Saturnian moon Enceladus has all the ingredients necessary to harbor life as we know it.
For thousands of years, our assumption was that life on Earth was a unique occurrence, an event brought about by divinities of various sorts. We were the center of the universe, physically, morally, intellectually. We were the acme of creation.
But what if there's life on another world. Even microbial life? That would be one of the biggest shifts in thinking in human history. Suddenly our position as the only receptacle of life would be blasted apart. Life exists elsewhere—within our own solar system, even! Our conceit that we are a unique, and uniquely blessed, phenomenon would be another truism put to the sword.
Here's to hoping that life teems in the ocean beneath Enceladus' ice sheet. It might be the unfolding of creation's wonder which this fallen world needs.
This is your open thread.