Starship Venture

When speculating: nothing ventured, nothing gained.

This is why speculation must become our enterprise.




What if ...there were no such thing as extraterrestrials;

rather, only post-terrestrials and pre-terrestrials?

What if ...the entirety of outer space contained no life;
and that only across happenstance could alien sentience


emerge before or after us across the vast oceans of time?

What if Earth were the virtual center of our creation?


What could that exactly mean, anyway?


Just who are we, to be referred to as our?


Do we belong to each other . . . or not?


Must each individual face oblivion alone?

We like to think of space as a wide open area,


like a sort of vast empty room; when in fact,


outer space really has no shape of that sort.




(It appears more like an intricate labyrinth
comprised of the narrowest interlinking


passages in an interminable array of


coiling gravitational twists and turns.)

Are the wide arcs of sprawled star points
spread out across our night skies really
in fact just the illuminated remnants
of long dead Hosts now reaching our eyes?






(If so, the only living portions of our universe


would be those branches of our Host—our galaxy:


These arms would extend from the Head of our star


in two spiraling directions; One, toward

the core of our Milky Way Tree; and Two,

toward the emptiness of the void to one side.





Both of these directions curve toward and
away from our blind spots. These extend past

the shoulders of our cosmic horizon. The stars

spangled and glittering across our night sky

remain a backdrop afterglow from the heat

death of long forgotten Suns still haunting us.






Then only the remaining body of our own galactic


Host must extend in two directions from our Sun;

The Vine to be glimpsed here and there sunken


brightly amid the glare of all the long lost systems!