Aliens

Yup. I think aliens would be amazing. 

Ask my family. They've heard me ponder

being on a team to terracolonize Mars. 

They've been told, 

"If they ever show up and 

I get the chance, 

I'm going."

Now of course, I'm NOT talking about 

wanting the face-hugging, acid-for-blood 

nightmares of Geiger to be real. 

I don't fancy myself a Ripley in a mech-suit.

I dream of Starfleet, Starfleet Academy, 

and the United Federation of Planets.

Because I'd love to actually live in Gene Roddenberry's dream world, 

and be a crewman on a ship that explored the stars and worlds of the universe. 

This is in part because of the ship, of course, but mostly because having that 

would mean that our world as we know it now had gotten past 

all the inequalities of our present, and strived forward into a future 

that saw the potential and value in every race, gender, and age.

Bring on that dream, please.

If Mythical Beings Really Could Save Us From Ourselves

What myths or legends do I wish were true?

Nature Guardians. 

The ones who push back when humanity goes too far. From the gnones who look after windmills and wildlife, to the dragons of rivers and mountains. The ones who guide us to live with nature, not in spite of it. The ones who can undo the horrific damage we inevitably cause, forcing us to assist them in the healing and doling out lessons along the way. Don't get me wrong, I've no interest in an autocracy of myopic mythical beings. No, no.  I'm a firm believer in balance. In my little fantasy world, the nature guardians balance out humanity.