felis-saurus

I don’t know much about dinosaurs, but if they really did exist, and if the ones we have been made to be familiar with were of those, I would most definitely want a brontosaurus for my own.

Let me digress a tad and clarify my opening statement. I am not a scientist, but I do have an inquisitive mind. I do think the world is what we believe it is, what we’ve been told it is, and what we’ve been shown in pictures and museums. But what we consider to be factual is a matter of faith. Faith in our history tellers. Faith in what we see in pictures and videos and learn from big brains in big auditoriums for a fee comparable to a mortgage. Faith in science. Who knows, maybe Copernicus really was right. Or maybe we live in a shoebox with little holes cut in the top, like I thought when I was a kid. I believe the math works out. But gosh, the math is vastly different for different scales. Life -size things act differently than the things too tiny to see. The basis of our reality is what we see and touch, etc., in the now. And even that must be taken on faith.

To begin to understand my perspective, you must consider that I practically live in my head. I have two degrees in physics, and yet I take much of what I know on faith. In an odd sort of way, I have been trained to approach everything with a clean slate and consider that alternative possibilities to the standards that have been set could very well exist. The best explanations win until others come along to replace or modify them.

A brontosaurus was, from what I have been told, a vegetarian, gentle giant. I would provide land and trees for him (or her), and he (or she) and I would be friends.

Kinda like a chill cat. But on a larger scale.

I’d like that.