The other day I went to the museum to meet the meteorites.
I wanted to meet them close-up.
They opened my eyes to the world situation.
How precarious it is.
There were pictures and paintings from the days before digital cameras.
Artists drew what they'd seen.
Falling stars in the skies over their heads.
And not so long ago.
We'd do well to remember their speed of approach.
Maybe twenty miles in a second.
And the force of this impact.
How petty our leaders constantly squabbling.
They are made out of stone
They are made out of iron.
Cut them open and see.
Imagine one hurtling into your town.
How petty our leaders constantly squabbling.
Over 40,000 tons from Space every year.
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