I GAZE IN AWE
into the face of earnest innocence and anticipations that can never be rewarded. So we travel in hope, no?
MY NAME IS OZY
etc etc … “look on my works, ye mighty, and despair” … and now we flash forward to fairly recently (late seventies—you do the sums, I’ll keep on typing) when a wee space probe/traveller/thing was fired off into the void carrying with it the forlorn hope that maybe some day, possibly gillions of years from now (or perhaps next Tuesday) someone will snaffle said artefact and decipher the encryptions there on—
—if they aren’t looking at it sideways. Perhaps rather than using it as a scoop for ashes from their cooking fires they may take it into town and offer it to their wise- (eek! Their wise what?) as a gift (read: a palm-greasing bribe) to hopefully reduce their tax bills for a while.
Although why parts of it seem to be straight lines and others dotty, hatched, or pointed could elude even their very best brains—and as for those two amorphous blobs, who knows? Now …
… cast your eyes over this
and see if you can tell me why I thought the two images might belong on the same page; or is it just another example of canine
wishful cynical thinking?
OF ESPECIAL INTEREST
to we lunatic fringe cranks is the collection of dots between the heads of the two guys on the left. Sadly, unless the finders of The Thing have mastered the arcane art of time travel—which face it, I can’t see happening—it will be (as buried with the prize in Kit Williams’s “Masquerade”)* words to the effect:
WAITING FOR YOU
* For further info on KW and M: CLICK HERE