01-08-04

A wee bit excited about the Mars expedition. When we got the first word that Rover had landed successfully, I cried. Why? Hope.

If we can cooperate on a project like this (which is a big, damn deal) what couldn't we accomplish if we got our heads out of our primitive mind-sets? I'm betraying my Pollyanna nature. Yet I can be a realist and still carry hope.

We humans are beautiful and awful, capable of such creation and destruction. It's hard to believe that the same species that birthed "love one another" also birthed the Holocaust. When we humans strive to be better, we achieve it. Not every time, but enough so that it seems worth pursuing.

How can we reconcile the evil and the good? Is religion the outward manifestation of the battle that rages inside each of us?

Just thinking, that's all.

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