2010: Wish Upon a Star of Possibilities
As we approach the beginning of the second decade of the twenty-first century I found myself pondering a wish, a personal quintessential wish. At first glance my wish might not seem terribly monumental. It is in fact downright obscure, as "wishes" go. I guess I rationalized that there already exist plenty of well-wishers on the planet who will root for all the good causes, like a miracle cure for cancer, or perhaps an end to senseless wars raging across the planet, or the freedom to marry whom you wish, or perhaps a national health care plan that we can all agree is affordable. Therefore, I felt free to "wish" upon a different star, one less explored. There exists a star in the heavens that seems to radiate a unique glow of possibilities. I suspect it's often overlooked because most of us tend to concern ourselves with how we are going to deal with a reality that IS, rather than a reality that COULD be. When I occasionally spot my star of possibilities flickering in the nighttime sky I often find myself wishing: What might the possibilities be if we were to uncover definitive proof that Blacklight Power really has uncovered a new form of an exotic hydrogen technology that produces massive amounts of cheap, clean, and affordable heat? What might the possibilities be if we were to uncover definitive proof that Steorn's ORBO prototype really has figured out a way to subdue an electromechanical manifestation called the Counter Electromagnetic Force (AKA: CEMF). What might the possibilities be if definitive proof originating from a plethora of "cold fusion" experiments show it is possible to generate clean cheap heat capable of brewing a pot of hot tea - repeatedly, and on demand. Some might argue that my star of possibilities has already granted me some of these wishes. They tell me I only need to see what is staring back, blatantly, in front of our faces. Meanwhile, others have challenged these bold claims. They tell me my elusive star of possibilities hasn't really been as generous with her stellar radiance as the believers would have us assume. The only thing this star of possibilities has ever radiated, they claim, is a false spectrum, a cacophony of confused frequencies generally classified as "wishful thinking." I am often left to quietly ponder my evening star of possibilities as a series of churning conundrums. Fortunately, I seem to have grown used to the endless bickering within. In the end, when each side has stated their case, I realize there isn't anyone qualified that can tell me which "truth" is the right one, and which one must be cast out. All I can do... all any of us can really do is find our unique star that radiates a transformative spectrum, the one that continues to define our sense of possibilities. Hope that her flame, however dim that muse might feel at times, never flickers out. Perhaps one day my star of possibilities will grant me my wish - a closer inspection of her contents. Until then, however, it would be wise to accept all the stars in the firmament as they are. Let them all shine, each according to their unique spectrum and brilliance. I must content myself with the realization that at least I can still spot my star, quiet and patient, occasionally flickering in the distant night. She remains my elusive mystery. May the next decade belonging to the 21st century reveal new mysteries for you, along with infinite possibilities that accompany them. Regards, Steven Vincent Johnson www.OrionWorks.com www.zazzle.com/orionworks
