When things don’t make sense and you searching for answers or if you are forever exploring the wealth of knowledge and wisdom that is bountiful in just about every subject matter, you are bound to come across a polluted asteroid belt of experts.
Some qualified, some not so much. Some have large megaphones while others have narrow-minded agendas veering more political and ideological than anything else. Trying to steer your starship mind towards something more attuned to the factual truth is a brutal and damaging journey.
Most of the time we just really don’t know. We haven’t expanded our knowledge and know-how past the asteroid belt and forever stuck in a mindless orbit of our own trapped mind. There is, however, some hope. A spark to charge the rockets to fire up, because we see something beyond the belt. A glowing comet streaking quickly across the sky, with its own path and journey that takes it else where to another galaxy. These rare comets are the quiet experts that the masses never heard of nor probably care, because they speak a different language. The language of veracity.
When you listen, read or become a student of the comet, you begin to really understand the Socrates paradox. It is then you look back at the asteroid belt to find some real purpose on how this cauldron of misunderstanding, half-truths, fear mongering, hysteria, political propaganda and unawareness and naivety exist in the galaxy. I’m sure it has some purpose, as noisy that it is, as we are all still stuck in the asteroid belt. A bolide does fall from the sky from time to time.
