So Long As It's Not Cthulhu, I'm Fine With It

It's been said that we know about the length and breadth of the universe, and the inner workings at the core of an atom then we do about the depth of our own seas. Why is that? We've been sailing on them for three, maybe four thousand years. They helped build empires and fight wars. Is it because, after the technological revolution at the beginning of the twentieth century, the best military application for under the oceans had already been developed, with the submarine? That space offered a greater return on investment?

It's certainly not true that space offers more marvels and wonders, but is it because in space, they are on display every time the lights dim, where as, under the ocean, we must go searching? Or is it a cultural memory, the idea that we've already tamed the oceans with our ships, and that there is no adventure left there, and space is the only frontier we have left. Which is obviously false, because every time we send something down there, we come back with a video like this, or something equally amazing and unbelievable.

Or is it that, in all our years of looking upward, no matter what our science fiction might theorise and how much our imaginations might dream, we still haven't found anything frightening. And yet, every time we dive down deep, we come back with pictures of something beyond our understanding, usually with tentacles. Does the ocean offend our sensibilities? If so, I hate to tell you, life out in the universe has a great chance of looking like that thing up above then us.

And I for one welcome our new squidly, amorphous overlords.
Via Geekologie.
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About MR. Clark

Adopting the descriptor of "successfully unpublished author", MR. Clark began writing things on the internet in 2012, which he believed to be an entirely reputable and civilized place to find and deliver information. He regrets much.


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