They say that if you tell what
your wish was it won’t come true. I
don’t believe that. I believe our wishes
waft out into the universe and because there are so many of everyone’s out
there, they can’t help but bump into each other. Some of the more gooey wishes stick to
others and ultimately form huge globs of wishes. I’m talking massive; like creating their own
gravitational fields that draw in the less gooey and even light-hearted wishes.
I believe it is these Jupiter
sized wish globs that never get answered.
Only the wishes that manage to escape these force fields stand half a
chance. There may be some formula that will
slip a wish past all of this, but I have never known what it is. Just know that the expression, wishing your life away, is also a
myth. Don’t worry about it. The more you put out there the better chance
you’re going to have of getting one answered.
Just as orbits eventually decay,
so do massive wish globs. The adhesion
of the gooey wishes begins to fail and small sections as well as large chunks
break off and fall away, sort of like pieces of iceberg. Unfortunately, this does not free-up
independent wishes. Those, over time,
fall victim to light particles and as we all know, in the light of day things
always look differently. This applies to
wishes as well. A good example of the effect
time has on them would be to examine what you wished for when you were 10 years
old and compare that to one of yesterdays wishes. Not even close, are they?
I’m guessing that in the future,
space archeologists* will uncover old wish bones and attempt to reconstruct
exactly what it was that was just so darn important to us.
* 2017 is when Space Archeology becomes a recognized and respected
profession. Mankind, after saturating
the Earth with cultural debris for multiple lifetimes, turns to the vastness of
space for the disposal of his refuse. In
3035 it is the exploration of this debris that ultimately leads to the hit
series, Space Pickers. It is the story of two guys, buddies since space
camp, who set out to search uncontaminated space dumpsters; searching for the
coveted wall clock, the one matching the constellation Felinea. (Felinea, seen only in the deep southern
hemisphere - on clear nights, is an alignment of stars resembling a cat whose
swishing tail and syncopated eyes have forever mesmerized space trolley riders.)
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