There is a tiny dust-mote-like blue sphere in the vastness of space that revolves around an average-sized star within an unremarkable solar system. That system resides within an average-sized galaxy, one that is dwarfed by countless other much more enormous galaxies within the incomprehensible infinity of space. On that speck of a world live about 8.2 billion intelligent organisms, some few of which are currently in de facto control of the fate of all life that dwells there. 

Sadly, after exhaustively struggling up from the primordial slime by evolving and transcending their more limited forms, the dominant species (human) still seems unable to master many of its self-destructive behaviors. We assessors find hate and fear, not kindness and caring. While their physical creature form seems sound and often naturally beautiful, the manner behind the beauty may be otherwise uninviting, often lacking goodwill and sincerity.

As there seems resources enough for everyone’s needs, these beings nonetheless eschew sharing, even choosing to kill each other instead. Sometimes the killing is even more inexplicable, as when the attacks seem unmotivated by any discernable event. We note the bombing of children and the violent raping of the female version. But to what end? Murder for its own sake?

They seem a complicated and quixotic species; capable of heroic acts and breathtaking kindness as well as barbaric brutality; often with little assignable cause. For example, we continue searching for the motive of a vicious attack on a darker form by lighter versions, but cannot fathom either a rational or a material explanation. We suggest further study of this odd and deadly behavior.

In summary, this tiny and insignificant third planet from its star is certainly not a threat to our vast and enlightened species. The biggest threat they pose is to themselves. We anticipate a return in perhaps 20,000 of their years (solar orbits) to see if they still exist and have made notable progress, or rather devolved backward to an earlier more chaotic existence—perhaps only then beginning a new struggle toward light and wisdom. We wish them peace and progress, but in truth the universal order finds them largely irrelevant; their fate of no consequence to the whole, but only to themselves.

Toward harmony, banish entropy,
Idgas, the Assessor  
(John Pace)
John Pace lives in Honesdale, PA.