It’s quite obvious that Mars is our asshole.
I mean, it’s been with us for such a long time but it was never possible to get glimpses of it ’til recently.
And even today you have to go to drastic measures and use highly advanced technologies just to take crappy snapshots of it
(oh, the gadgets and techniques you’ll have to employ).
It has mischievously poked mankind’s collective fantasy for centuries,
until we giggle with the unearthly sensations.
It’s inserted itself in our highest works of art and our foulest films; a cosmopolitan cultural icon colonizing our consciousness.
But in all its omnipresence, it’s still a mystery.
Aside from the fact that it’s red and bumpy
we don’t really know anything about it.
there’s also the fact that it’s uninhabitable.
They say it’s full of carbon dioxide and other foul-smelling gasses,
noxious fumes that will make anyone’s eyes pop out
like Arnold’s in Total Recall.
But even though I’m no scientist, I can tell that there’s life there.
There has to be. Did you know that they found organisms in boiling magma? So why not this place?
Experience tells me that life can bloom in the filthiest of places.
So there’s hope and promise
that someday, we’ll come face-to-base with the thing that has haunted our imagination from time immemorial,
the black hole of our being,
the shadowy tunnel into the unknown.
We’ll see it,
and then we’ll know who we truly are.
But I also know that someday soon our corrupt instincts will get the better of us
and we’ll find ourselves
drilling the shit out of that poor, sore soil for fleeting pleasures.
And the universe will hear our groans and moans;
lonely asswipes in paradise lost.
Inspired by photos of Mars: http://mashable.com/2012/07/08/nasa-mars-panorama/