Venus and New moon in Sagittarius

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New beginnings! What a great thought to start the day!! Enjoy!

Originally posted on Among Stars:

Tomorrow (November 22nd) will bring a new moon in the adventurous and independent sign of Sagittarius. A new moon in this fire sign sets a tone of freedom, wisdom and enthusiasm. All new moons are about new beginnings but because this new moon will be at 0 degrees (the very beginning of a sign on the ecliptic)  of Sagittarius at the same degree as the Sun it will create an excellent space for new beginnings. Use this fresh and fiery energy and set intentions on higher truths, make room for new ideas and inspirations,  and embark on new adventures. This new moon will also form a wide trine with Uranus in Aries and Jupiter in Leo. I definitely feel a major shift in energy and welcome this fire energy with open arms.  This new moon also meets up with Venus who entered Sagittarius on November 16th. With Venus leaving Scorpio and…

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The Committee and Sleep(lessness)…

I hate when I get to this point. I’m tired, grumpy, discontent and know that if I would just lie down and take a nap, I would feel much better, but I decide to take care of everything else but myself. Its dumb.

I’ve gotten so far into this today that I can’t sleep. I tried. I laid down, snuggled into my comfy cozy down quilt, arranged my pillow just right, and closed my eyes, prepared to just let go and drift over the edge into nothingness. Of course, this is about the time The Committee decides they have my undivided attention and begin to prattle on and on about everything and nothing. I begin my mantra of “clear…clear…clear.”

I picked that mantra about 15 years ago when I was going through a lot of long, sleepless nights due to not being able to get my head to shut up. Ruminating, I believe the therapist I was seeing at the time called it. The Committee would begin its incessant jabbering, anything and everything from how they feel I managed my way through the day to trying to come up with the master plan to take over the world. Once I would realize what was happening, I would begin to think “clear…clear…clear.” I wanted to clear my mind. Mostly, I just wanted The Committee to stuff a sock in it. This method worked most of the time, though not all of the time.

I think its time for a new mantra. It seems as if The Committee has come to realize what I have been attempting to accomplish with the clear mantra and they get louder, more insistent that what they have to say and/or report is of the utmost importance and I must pay attention. They listen to the mantra for a minute or so then go on with what they were saying, as if to say to me “Yeah, yeah, we hear you, but that’s just too bad. There are things that must be done, must be solved, must be pondered. You’ll get enough sleep when you’re dead, lazy butt.” The Committee can be such a bully sometimes.

So, here I sit, writing, wishing I were sleeping, eyes burning, fuming at The Committee and the inability to find the right medication cocktail over the last 10 years to alleviate some of this. Yes, I’m pouting like a two-year old that needs a nap. So what? I’ve tried the rational route and that didn’t work out so well this time. Maybe I just need a good cry to relieve some of the ‘pressure.’ The downside to that is that I really don’t cry anymore. I’m too busy trying to keep it together so that I can continue to keep this gypsy camp alive. I’m finding myself more outwardly emotionally numb. My emotions have become thoughts, for the most part, and not much else. That is, unless I have a complete meltdown.  Ugh…left foot, right foot, repeat.

Naps, Coyotes, Sunrise, Field of Serenity…

I didn’t get to take a nap yesterday. How I wish I still had the time for napping. I think they had it right in kindergarten. I don’t know why, after kindergarten, napping was removed from the daily schedule. I am a firm believer that this world we live in would be a completely different place if naps were part of everyone’s daily schedule. And recess.

This is going to be a pretty short post this morning. I’m going to be grabbing my camera, hopping in the van and heading over to the Field of Serenity. Lance and the dogs have been seeing some coyotes in the mornings and I would like to try to get a picture of one or more of them. Lance has said they are pretty good-looking coyotes, not all mangy and thin.

I’ve seen a coyote like this just once, out in the woods in Idaho, back when I used to go hunting for deer. It was so nice looking that I thought I had seen the face of a wolf. I’ll admit that caused some fear but it was greatly tempered by excitement. Thankfully, the guy I was with then assured me it was a coyote, that they are scavengers, going for the easiest prey, and they are more scared of me. I’ll admit this gave me a new perspective on coyotes, which I had always believed were like many stray dogs: mean and worse for wear.

I hoping to get a picture of a really nice sunrise, as well. Lance has informed me that I have missed a few that would have been perfect. Its been quite a while since I’ve picked up my camera. Maybe this trip with my camera is exactly what I need to push through the discontent that has been clinging on to me like a leech, sucking all the good out of the world.

My daughter and I have been having some discussions about mental illnesses. It has gotten me thinking about myself. I have gone with my original diagnosis of bipolar for quite a few years now, despite the diagnosis changing over the years. I’ve looked through the libraries catalog in an attempt to find some audiobooks about different mental illnesses, to better educate myself, but there are none in our library system. Perhaps I will look on Amazon and see what I find.

Well, I’d better go put my contacts in and grab my camera. Lance and the dogs headed out about 10 minutes ago so I should be getting to the Field of Serenity about the same time they get there. I’ll post pics later on The Lens of My Camera if I get any that I feel are worth posting. Have an amazing day, everyone!!!

Its Warmer, Asking for Advice, and What I’ve Listened To…

I am happy to report that it is 40 degrees out this morning. The gloves are off, I’m not trying to write as fast as I can before my fingers freeze, and it feels almost ‘warm.’ I still have layers on, of course, but considering it is twice as warm as it was all last week, I’m liking it despite the rain.

I have had something circling around my head for a few days now. I’m trying to deal with something that really bugs me, trying to figure out how I want to, need to, deal with it. I’m trying to decide if I am making a mountain out of a mole hill.

I have no tolerance for lies. They are the biggest form of disrespect, in my opinion. When I was younger, still doing my best to screw up to the best of my ability, lies rolled off my tongue with ease. I’m not that person, anymore. I’m doing everything I can to improve my life, to move forward, to the best of my ability. Part of that process started when I got clean almost 10 years ago.

For me, part of getting clean meant getting clean in my actions. Not lying was a huge part of that, and the less I lied, the more honest I became, the less tolerance I had for the lies of others. I have come to the philosophy that if you can lie to me, then I don’t need you around.

Somehow, despite the fact that I was screwing up my life at the time, I managed to teach my kids that I wasn’t ok with lying. I guess, when you get to the heart of it, I have never been ok with being lied to. Now that I don’t lie at all, I’m honest almost to a fault, it irritates me extremely a lot to be lied to at all. The worst lies for me are the little lies that serve no purpose that I can begin to see.

I’m not talking about the little white lies that are told in an attempt to save someone’s feelings (I don’t participate in these either) but the lies that are told to try to gain favor or present an inaccurate picture of someone (themself). I find these lies to be incredible stupid and a huge waste of time. They are always either very obvious or bound to be found out eventually and usually not that far in the future. The worst part is when one of these little, stupid, unimportant lies are told to me by someone who I trust. And this is where my dilemma comes in.

I have had someone who I care about tell me a lie such as this just recently. I had a feeling it was a lie when it was told, and I should have said something right then and there, but didn’t. I, instead, verified my belief through someone else, someone who I knew would have the information I needed to either rule the lie out because it didn’t happen or confirm that the lie did indeed happen. I was really hoping that I was wrong about the lie, so finding out that I was right about the lie didn’t help with the feelings of betrayal. I also don’t know how I am going to proceed from here because I know confronting the person at this point will just end up being a fruitless endeavor: I’ll confront, as not aggressively as possible. They will deny. I will provide that facts I have. They will get upset for me doubting them (why is this a part of the lying practice?). We will argue our sides. Nothing will be resolved and I will be even more frustrated, hurt, than I was before. No solution. Seeing as this is someone that I need to deal with on a regular basis, as part of my life, just omitting the person from my life is not an option, or at least not an option that I can see. And, no, it is not one of my kids.

So, that is where I am at with that. If anyone would like to leave me some advice on how I might come to either let this go or a more successful way of talking with the person about it, please don’t hesitate to leave me a comment below. I’ve always been the type of person to try to figure it out on my own. This time, I am asking for outside help. Thank you in advance, should anyone share their advice.

I listened to Put Your Heart on the Page by Anne Perry yesterday. It was ok. I did hear some information that I believe will be useful in the future but, for the most part, this seemed to be a promotion of the stories this author has written. I’m a little disappointed by this because I was hoping for something else, but I guess that falls into the whole placing expectations category. Walking in with an open mind is something I am still working on when it comes to some books.

the last lecture

the last lecture

After listening to Put Your Heart on the Page, I chose The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch. It was good. I enjoyed it and it sounds like this guy really followed his childhood dreams along his life and has chosen to deal with his impending death due to pancreatic cancer with as much care and responsibility as he can. He wants to leave something that his very young children, the oldest being just 5, can possibly learn more about him from. He wants to make sure his wife is helped through the process of moving forward with her life after his death. Randy Pausch shares his life story, the bits of wisdom he has collected and utilized over his lifetime, tells us about the people who made the largest impact on him, and his view of life in general.

I am not sure if I will listen to anything today. I have the day off and will be taking care of things around home, for the most part. Part of what I’m taking care of today will be the dishes (it’s a never-ending battle in a travel trailer) and I would most likely listen to one then if I wasn’t trying to get through the Supernatural series so my son can talk to SOMEONE about it. Maybe I’ll listen to The Ultimate Happiness Prescription by Deepak Chopra when I take a nap, which is going to happen one way or another today, gosh darn it.

Have the most amazing day today, Everyone!! Don’t forget to hold on to your dreams!!

More Audiobooks, Hamster Wheel of Sleeplessness, A Tattoo Christmas Present…

I’ve downloaded a bunch of audiobooks onto my phone this morning. The End of Faith by Sam Harris, The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch and Jeffery Zaslow, Put Your Heart on the Page by Anne Perry, Ultimate Happiness Prescription by Deepak Chopra, War of the Worldviews by Deepak Chopra and Leonard Mlodinow, and one or two others. I’m not sure which one I am going to listen to next. Probably Put Your Heart on the Page, An Introduction to Writing. Its only one disc, one hour-long so I’ll be listening to more than one of them today. I’m trying to decide between The Last Lecture and The End of Faith.

I didn’t sleep very well, last night. I kept waking up and then my mind would get to going, mostly on the things I want to change in my life, of which there are many. I think this is why I downloaded the audiobooks this morning. Many of the things I want to change in my life are things that are going to need some planning, some time, and a whole lot of patience and determination. Of course, these are all things that I want to change right now, not however long in the future. So, I am giving my brain a direction, a couple of them today, so it will stop running on the hamster wheel and the committee can work on the things I want to change, in the background, silently.

My schedule is pretty open between now and the beginning of December. No one really wants to move during the holidays. Its ok, though. I have just enough cleans, in addition to the common areas at the condo complex, that my next check will cover what needs to be covered. No extras, but that’s ok.

I’m wanting to get myself a new tattoo for Christmas. Its been about a year since I got my last tattoo, the paw prints down my neck, and I think I’ve been good, getting my budget in order, and not running out for a tattoo whenever I have wanted to, despite my mischievous side trying to manipulate the budget I’ve been working on to include a tattoo. Here’s the tattoo I want to get:

mind, body, spirit

mind, body, spirit

Above it, I want to put Mind, Body, Spirit and below it Student, Teacher, Master. I’m not sure where I am going to put this one. There are parts of me that are not a good idea because of the work I do, like my hands or most of my forearms. I don’t want to put a tattoo on either hand, so that’s not a problem, but I have considered putting this tattoo on the inner forearm of my right arm. I’ve been trying to pay attention while I am cleaning to see if the area would be negatively affected by cleaning solutions. So far, I think it might be an ok spot.

Since it is winter, there are a lot of other available areas I could choose that wouldn’t work out so well due to the clothing I need to wear to combat the cold. Top of left foot is out. Left ankle, too, because of socks. I think this tattoo would be a great one for the back of the neck, but that’s already covered with a dragon hatchling. My back is covered. Both sides of my neck are covered. I’ll figure it out. I’ve got some time.

Well, I had better go get ready for the clean I have today. Have a day full of amazing surprises that fill your up, Everyone!!!

Ten Things I am Grateful For…

My kids. They drive me nuts, I don’t always understand them, but joy they bring me is like no other. My life would not be the same without them.

My husband. He is the one person on this earth that I can’t seem to keep anything from. He champions through my moods and gives me the room I need to continue to grow, even if he doesn’t always understand the different paths I take.

My dogs. I love them so much. They make me smile and there are not enough things in the world that can do that consistently.

My job. Yes, I’m getting burnt out with what I am doing for work currently, but I have an income and the guy I’m working with is really great to work with.

I have a reliable vehicle. I say this tentatively since the van has over 200,000 miles on it. It is running now, it gets me to work every day and to the different places I must go on a daily basis.

My rent is paid. This is multi-fold. The fact the my rent is paid means we have a place to park our ‘caravan’ of motor home, travel trailer, and 5th wheel. It also means there is money coming in, enough that we are not having to decide between keeping us fed and paying rent. Considering it is fall, headed toward winter, this is huge. This time of year has been the lean times for us for quite a few years now.

All of our phones are active and in pretty good condition. This is another thing that hasn’t always been a possibility over the last almost 6 years.

This blog. I have really enjoyed the last 5-1/2 months of blogging. Writing is something I have always wanted to do, though I never believed I could maintain doing it or create an income with it. I don’t have the education I felt was necessary for writing. This blog gives me that outlet and apparently 125 of you find that I do ok. Thank you for that! Though my writing isn’t generating an income, and it may never do so, it is definitely driving me to learn more about writing so that I can write better.

Little things that make me smile, like Kermit the Frog green fuzzy gloves, the comfort of a cozy blanket, hearing the notification sound for WordPress on my phone, and the memories I’ve made over the years.

Audiobooks. Though there is not every topic I want or story I’m interested in available on audiobooks, there is a plethora of ones for me to choose from that I am interested in, and others that I am willing to listen to that could create interest.

Just Not Feeling It, Time for a Gratitude List, Loss of Sense, and A Great Read…

Can I just go back to bed, today? I’m just not feeling it today. It would appear that some of the discontent from yesterday has decided to hang around. I’m hoping to shake it before the day gets too far along. Fingers crossed.

I cash my paycheck today. Lance and I went over the budget last night and, though the check is a nice one, it still just doesn’t seem to be enough. On the other hand, we budgeted in the Christmas gifts for the kids. Maybe its just my impatience to make it to the top of this pit we are in that leaves me looking at the little bit left after all the ‘have to’s’ and the kids’ Christmas gifts with a feeling of lack.

Or maybe its the fact that I have been working my butt off, having almost no time at home with the kids and dogs, no time for anything else, that to see so little of the check left just doesn’t seem like such a great pay off. I guess I’m looking at the glass half empty. I should be looking at the fact that rent is paid, there is gas in the van, we have food, bills are paid, phones are on, internet is on, I’m paying off one of my debts, and we are actually ABLE to get the kids a Christmas gift this year that isn’t bought with a gift card I receive as a Christmas gift. There’s a lot of positive in that. Maybe its time to do a gratitude list.

In one of the books I listened to recently (I believe it was Peace and Plenty), the author recommends writing a gratitude list every morning. I thought it was a really great idea when I heard it but I have done nothing toward adding this to my morning ritual. This tells me that my discontent is self-provoked. Shame on me.

I’ve known for the last few years that the holiday season is a tough one for me, for a variety of reasons. It has become painfully obvious this year just how much I let the season affect my attitude. How can the holiday season be full of cheer if I’m buying into the negative? I’m not saying that some of the feelings that come along in the holiday season aren’t valid, just that how I handle them is up to me, and I’ve been handling them all wrong. If I choose to let my emotions dictate how I see the world, then I am doomed to be unhappy.

Emotions have always been a challenge for me. I’ve given them too much power. I feel intensely, and that isn’t always a great thing. Ok. It’s not a bad thing either. Again, this comes down to how I handle them. I think 2015 needs to be the year that I learn how to better move through my emotions without letting them take the wheel.

2015 is also going to be the year that I see if I can write that book I feel rolling around in my head. With the work that I am doing, if I don’t start on the book, it may never get written. My hands will give out long before I get there. At least that’s how my hands have been feeling lately.

And this brings me to work. I am feeling like I need to find different work. I’m damn good at this cleaning thing. In fact, we have become Cayle’s go to team for new clients. Every month, I find that more and more of me is aching or hurting, and the fact that my hands are hurting as much as they have been really causes me some angst. My hands have always carried me through, allowed me to make money, do the things I love to do like write, and the fact that I am now taking ibuprofen fairly regularly to combat the pain they are feeling tells me my hands are starting to wear down.

Lance and I have had the conversation about losing senses and what would be the worst one to lose. For me it would have to be sight, I think. I couldn’t imagine not being able to see my kids’ faces, see my future grandchildren, witness the amazing acts of nature, enjoy the dogs playing and the goofy faces they make when they are happy. I love silence, so I don’t think I would miss being able to hear, though this would leave my audiobook learning on the wayside. For that, I would figure out another way. It never occurred to me when Lance and I had the conversation how I would feel if I could no longer rely on my hands. Though it wouldn’t be as devastating as losing my sight, it would still be pretty significant. I’m not sure how I would compensate for that, though I am sure I would come up with something eventually. Maybe I’d become one of those amazing people who learn how to do it all with their feet. :-)

Before I head out into my day, I have to tell you about the book I listened to yesterday. Its called Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith by Anne Lamott. I listened to one of her other books, Stitches: A Handbook on Meaning, Hope, and Repair, and had really enjoyed it. Plan B had me giggling out loud a few times. I love Anne Lamott’s matter-of-fact honesty, honesty that most try to sugar coat. She says some things that are just too true to not be laughed at. She also had me tearing up in couple of places, too. It’s a really good read/listen, if anyone is interested.

Have a most wonderful day, Everyone!! May you find out something amazing about yourself today. ;-)

Gloves for Blogging, The Evil Windows 8, and Ranting a Bit (sorry)

gloves for blogging

gloves for blogging

Its 19 degrees this morning. I bought some gloves yesterday for blogging on these very cold mornings. I love fuzzy socks in the winter for keeping my feet warm, so these fuzzy gloves looked like they would probably do the trick for keeping my fingers warm, at least long enough to write a blog post in the mornings, and still be able to find the keys on my keyboard without striking four of them at one time. So far, so good. The only moderate dysfunction so far seems to be trying to move the cursor around. I can do it, it just isn’t extremely fluid, but I can live with that.

I looked at/tried on some of the gloves that have the finger tips that are touch screen compatible but their finger tips seemed to bunchy at the ends. Thankfully, I do not have a touch screen computer, though I do believe they would have made moving the cursor around using the touch pad much more fluid. Since moving the cursor around is not one of the main actions I do on my laptop while writing, all is good. I really hope it doesn’t get any colder, though, or these Kermit the Frog colored, fuzzy gloves of mine are not going to be enough.

I didn’t blog yesterday. I had the day off, slept in a little bit, and had every intention of blogging but never got to it. I wrote about 4 different posts in my head.

I started this post this morning when my laptop decided it needed a restart. This turned into an hours long process that I didn’t have the time for this morning since I had a clean to do. Thanks for that, Windows 8.

I find that as the day has progressed, I have become more and more discontent. I am not sure why discontent has chosen today to burrow in, but it most definitely has, in a horrible way. Days like this are frustrating.

I seem to be discontent with everything: living situation, work, the weather, life, even the dogs. I feel like running away. I don’t like the way that sounds. “I feel like just walking away from it all and starting over” doesn’t sound quite as juvenile. I think this is a sign that I am either really depressed and doing nothing about it or overwhelmed by this life, always left foot, right foot, repeat, and feel inadequate to be the one in charge of keeping it all afloat. I feel like the only one in my ‘gypsy camp’ with any sense of responsibility. I know this means I need to be talking with my family more about the things that are bothering me, but I already know the responses from having these types of discussions with them before, and, frankly, I just don’t have the fight left in me. Its easier to just do it myself than to set myself up to be disappointed and doing it anyway. On the other hand, I am apparently disappointed anyway. Crap.

This loops me back to the whole “walking away” thing, again. Live by myself so there is only my own clutter to deal with. Sometimes, that sounds so great, but, in reality, I have the secret fear that I will die by some horrible luck of bad timing and leave my kids without any parents before they have had the chance to get steady on their own feet on their own path. The thought devastates me when it makes a visit.

I think this is a problem of having a hard time finding middle ground, being independent to a fault, and having no patience. I just want things to get done. I believe that if you see something that needs to be done, then do it. Don’t wait to see if anyone else is going to do it. Don’t put it off as not your problem. If it is in your living space, then it is your problem. I know this is a concept I have developed over the years, as I FINALLY started to grow up just a bit, but once it developed, it clicked tightly into place like a puzzle piece.

Well, this has apparently turned into a rant, and probably one that I should walk away from, now. I tried to turn the last few paragraphs into something not so…whiney?…but, as you can see, ended up there anyway. I hope you all had a great day and your evening/night is filled with only the best of memories.

 

Too Cold, Musher’s Secret, The Theory of Everything…

I’m writing inside this morning. The temperature is 17 degrees and I just can’t bring myself to bundle up and head out to my desk. The clouds that had started to come in changed their mind and went away. I know I always say that I don’t like the cloud cover we get so much of the time here, but this cold spell is reminding me of a reason to be grateful for it. The weather forecast from NOAA says that things are going to start warming up a little by Tuesday and my morning blog session should no longer be a lesson in layering properly and cold endurance. Though I know trying to forecast the weather for this area must be trying on any meteorologist, I still place faith in the forecasts I see and have deep disappointments when the forecast is proven wrong, as it is so much of the time.

Musher's-Secret

Musher’s-Secret

The cold is so horrible on the dogs’ paws. The pads get all dried out and crack. Thanks to a friend of mine, that no longer has to happen. She lives in Chicago with a couple of puggles. She had posted on one of the social networks about a product she uses on her pups paw pads: Musher’s Secret. I have tried this with my four and have to say I am extremely impressed with the product. My little Achilles had a paw that was getting ready to split. Lance and I rubbed Musher’s Secret into his paw pads and the next day, his pads were so soft!! I know this must sound like an advertisement, and I apologize for that. I just want everyone to know about it because, until I found out about it and tried it, I had yet to find something that worked to my expectations and desire. Dog paw pads never need to be rough, sandpapery, or split due to dryness ever again.

I listened to The Theory of Everything by Stephen W. Hawking yesterday. It was quite interesting. I really enjoyed it a lot. I never really knew much about Stephen Hawking other than info I had gleaned from conversations with others. He narrated the book which made it that much more interesting for me. The robot voice kept my mind from wandering too much. Though I am a long way from full understanding of the creation and future of the universe, I definitely have a much better understanding of things such as black holes. This is one book I might end up listening to a few times to get the most out of it. I don’t know why, but I never imagined Stephen Hawking would have such a sense of humor, or that he would refer to God in his lectures.

Ok. I have typed with my laptop in my lap long enough, My fingers, hands, forearms are starting to ache from it. Not a very exciting post this morning, though I am  not sure how ‘exciting’ most of my posts are. Have a wonderful day out there, everyone!!

 

Acclimating, Just Not Into It, Philae Landing…

21 degrees this morning. I must be acclimating to the cold because it doesn’t feel as cold as yesterday morning did. There is also the absence of crystal flocking on the grass. Maybe I’m not acclimating but the clouds have come back. Either way, it is still way colder than I like it and gloves are near the top of the list this payday.

I apparently needed a break from listening to audiobooks, yesterday. I was listening to Radical Acceptance for part of the day, until I realized that I wasn’t really hearing it anymore. I attributed it to the book, turned it off to listen to some other time, and started another book by an author I have listened to before and enjoyed. The audiobook was Your Heart’s Prayer: Following the Thread of Desire into a Deeper Life by Oriah Mountain Dreamer.

This is usually where I would do my own personal review of what I listened to. Unfortunately, when the book ended, I realized I hadn’t really been listening to it either. I was feeling sort of blah yesterday, and I think this had something to do with the non-listening. Think dial tone, flat line.

Anyway, I am going to walk away from those two books for now. Today, I am going to try to listen to The Theory of Everything: The Origin and Fate of the Universe by Stephen W. Hawking. If I find I am not listening, then I am going to just pull my ear buds and go with silence. Perhaps that is what I am needing.

It just hit me that The Theory of Everything is kind of appropriate to listen to with the whole Philae landing on Comet 67P. Ok. I know. Kind of a stretch in connection there, but my mind made it anyway. Maybe it’s not such a great stretch.

The Philae probe’s mission was to land on the comet, which it did successfully. Now, its mission is to photograph and test the surface of the comet it landed on. It is believed that the materials that compose the comet may hold secrets to the history of our solar system, such as its evolution. A lot of theories are going to be made once scientists have the opportunity to analyze the information sent back to them from Philae. Those theories are going to include the origin of the universe (or at least our solar system) and perhaps lead to theories of the universe’s fate (or future. you decide).

philaeprobel

Its kind of exciting to think about. Sure, the information that comes back may be nothing scientists haven’t already theorized about, but it’s still exciting to think that an unmanned probe managed to land on a comet with minimal gravitational pull after traveling 6.4 billion miles through space. I think our solar system just grew smaller.