Season 1; Episode 3
We Don’t Know Everything
Lately, I’ve been thinking about the fact that we, as a species, so often think we’ve got everything figured out and then act surprised when we find out we don’t.
Take space for example. For the longest time, we had a fairly narrow view of the universe. So many planets. So many stars. So many galaxies. The numbers were pretty well fixed in our minds.
Then we put the James Webb Telescope up in space, and surprise: runaway black holes, high-energy gamma rays from the sun, digital fast burst radio signals, and a super-earth exoplanet. Not to mention more planets, solar systems, galaxies and universes than we ever imagined.
I don’t know what half of that shit is, but those are just recent discoveries. Like from the last couple of years.
And what about UFO’s and aliens? For the longest time, the government flatly denied they exist. Then some Top Gun Navy pilots catch a few on camera, and oops! Well, maybe, but let’s now call them UAPs, unidentified aerial phenomenon.
Given the state of the planet, my guess is that if there are aliens here, they’re making plans and booking return tickets as fast as they can.
But forget about space and aliens and all the exotic worm-hole, alternate reality stuff we read about in Marvel comics.
Let’s focus on earth. Have we discovered and identified every native species? Cataloged, stuffed and mounted every single one.
How about the oceans. Deep, dark and cold. They cover 71% of the earth. There could be a lot of stuff hiding down there.
But even on the surface. Frogs. Snakes. Birds. Have we found them all?
How about two-legged animals? Where do we stand? For the sake of argument, let’s call them unidentified bipedal phenomenon or UBPs.
UBPs goes by many names - sasquatch, abominable snow man, yeti (not the stupid expensive cooler)
Let’s go with big foot.
Do they exist? Are they real?
I’ve never seen one in the Smithsonian’s Museum of Natural History.
No one has ever found a body. Not even a skeleton. Not even a pile of poop. So, big foot, or whatever name you prefer -– can’t possibly exist. Right?
After all, the only proof we have is the Patterson–Gimlin film, a short, grainy, 16mm movie, shot in 1967, over 50 years ago. Plus, of course, some plaster foot castes of dubious authenticity and several slickly produced National Geographic shows with a bunch of community college dropouts standing in the nighttime woods, pointing and staring into the inky darkness, mostly just scaring the shit out of each other.
If big foot researchers (as they like to call themselves) had found a body or skeleton or even a pile of poop, they would have paraded it through the town square like the peasants capturing Frankenstein.
Is the whole thing hype or reality?
I don’t know.
But, I did find one group. One group with no ax to grind. One group with no book or movie deal, no agent or manager, no contract with Nat Geo for a TV pilot.
Let’s call them the indigenous people of everywhere. The good old natives that were here first; hunting, gathering and generally minding their own business until we decided to screw them over.
Here’s the rub. For centuries, millennia even, these various indigenous folks have been having loin cloth soiling meet-ups with huge harry two-legged creatures they call big foot or sasquatch or whatever. And this has been happing all over North America and many other parts of the globe as well.
Are they all in it together? Sort of an indigenous prank as pay-back for the land grab, reservation living, cultural appropriation treatment? Consider that all this fear and craziness pre-dates the world’s most efficient conspiracy machine – social media. It even predates the goddamn telephone. Even the Mayflower.
I don’t think its bullshit.
So, what’s in it for them. Other than a few tourist dollars, nothing, really. So why take the risk of being ridiculed or spend the time carving totem pole images?
Here’s what I think. Big foot exists.
It exists because the first people say it exists. And without getting all spiritual, until we came along, they had a pretty good relationship with Mother Nature.
And it exists because I want it to exist. It exists because the world is a better place if we don’t know everything for certain. If we keep an open mind. If we keep on looking, searching and discovering.
So, the next time you go into the woods, don’t forget to take a spare loin cloth.
Thanks for listening.
We Don’t Know Everything
Lately, I’ve been thinking about the fact that we, as a species, so often think we’ve got everything figured out and then act surprised when we find out we don’t.
Take space for example. For the longest time, we had a fairly narrow view of the universe. So many planets. So many stars. So many galaxies. The numbers were pretty well fixed in our minds.
Then we put the James Webb Telescope up in space, and surprise: runaway black holes, high-energy gamma rays from the sun, digital fast burst radio signals, and a super-earth exoplanet. Not to mention more planets, solar systems, galaxies and universes than we ever imagined.
I don’t know what half of that shit is, but those are just recent discoveries. Like from the last couple of years.
And what about UFO’s and aliens? For the longest time, the government flatly denied they exist. Then some Top Gun Navy pilots catch a few on camera, and oops! Well, maybe, but let’s now call them UAPs, unidentified aerial phenomenon.
Given the state of the planet, my guess is that if there are aliens here, they’re making plans and booking return tickets as fast as they can.
But forget about space and aliens and all the exotic worm-hole, alternate reality stuff we read about in Marvel comics.
Let’s focus on earth. Have we discovered and identified every native species? Cataloged, stuffed and mounted every single one.
How about the oceans. Deep, dark and cold. They cover 71% of the earth. There could be a lot of stuff hiding down there.
But even on the surface. Frogs. Snakes. Birds. Have we found them all?
How about two-legged animals? Where do we stand? For the sake of argument, let’s call them unidentified bipedal phenomenon or UBPs.
UBPs goes by many names - sasquatch, abominable snow man, yeti (not the stupid expensive cooler)
Let’s go with big foot.
Do they exist? Are they real?
I’ve never seen one in the Smithsonian’s Museum of Natural History.
No one has ever found a body. Not even a skeleton. Not even a pile of poop. So, big foot, or whatever name you prefer -– can’t possibly exist. Right?
After all, the only proof we have is the Patterson–Gimlin film, a short, grainy, 16mm movie, shot in 1967, over 50 years ago. Plus, of course, some plaster foot castes of dubious authenticity and several slickly produced National Geographic shows with a bunch of community college dropouts standing in the nighttime woods, pointing and staring into the inky darkness, mostly just scaring the shit out of each other.
If big foot researchers (as they like to call themselves) had found a body or skeleton or even a pile of poop, they would have paraded it through the town square like the peasants capturing Frankenstein.
Is the whole thing hype or reality?
I don’t know.
But, I did find one group. One group with no ax to grind. One group with no book or movie deal, no agent or manager, no contract with Nat Geo for a TV pilot.
Let’s call them the indigenous people of everywhere. The good old natives that were here first; hunting, gathering and generally minding their own business until we decided to screw them over.
Here’s the rub. For centuries, millennia even, these various indigenous folks have been having loin cloth soiling meet-ups with huge harry two-legged creatures they call big foot or sasquatch or whatever. And this has been happing all over North America and many other parts of the globe as well.
Are they all in it together? Sort of an indigenous prank as pay-back for the land grab, reservation living, cultural appropriation treatment? Consider that all this fear and craziness pre-dates the world’s most efficient conspiracy machine – social media. It even predates the goddamn telephone. Even the Mayflower.
I don’t think its bullshit.
So, what’s in it for them. Other than a few tourist dollars, nothing, really. So why take the risk of being ridiculed or spend the time carving totem pole images?
Here’s what I think. Big foot exists.
It exists because the first people say it exists. And without getting all spiritual, until we came along, they had a pretty good relationship with Mother Nature.
And it exists because I want it to exist. It exists because the world is a better place if we don’t know everything for certain. If we keep an open mind. If we keep on looking, searching and discovering.
So, the next time you go into the woods, don’t forget to take a spare loin cloth.
Thanks for listening.
