The Most Humbling Experience

There were only a few of us assessing the last of what we once knew. We were trying to digest the fact that our ancestral lineage was nevermore as we watched the monitors inside the safety of our space craft.

Suddenly the harvest and oxygen became gold. Peace and congruency became gold.

Comforting became the litmus test of who among us were decent indicating who must be early eliminated due to their lack of compassion.

Our future would not exist (earth no longer would) unless we were open to consensual dependence upon ourselves and the aliens who may or may not accept the underdeveloped "roaches" of their own existence.

Week one the land was red not green. We had so much to quickly learn.

One teenager seemed to have a sense of it all. He made intelligent comments and decisions. He soon became our "leader" open to all opinions and discussion.

Our support was limited as earth communication was no more but this kid understood the engineering of our craft's functions.

We understood that we were to be alive only temporarily without the aid of other beings.

A baby was born on Mars.

May be that would pull at an alien heart string.

Lord of the Flies on Mars.

Some of us prayed.