I'm no scientist, but when an apple hits my head, who knows? It could be gravity. I've got it in my head that we're all headed to Mars. I'm seeing underground everythings, and everything's the same as everywhere now, Wal-Marts and McDonald's, Jennifer Lopez movies at Multiplex theatres, all of it so vast you'd never even know you were underground. We're headed to Mars.
I'm thinking about Mars these days, feisty little planet, always in the news. I often get the feeling it's just waiting for a Bugsy Siegel to see it for what it is: paradise, of some sort. If we could just get enough toys up there and enough cameras we could have a helluva robot war, take bets, big business, help pay for it and then some.
Bush is so excited he wants to go there. We want him to go there too. But by the time the bus is ready, he'll be long gone anyway.
I want to know where the water went. Last week we found a rock that proved the existence of water on Mars, not just snow, ice or vapor of some sort, but chemical evidence of what we know as water.
So where is it? Come on! We know, man, I mean, we know that Mars was swirling with something and lots of it and we've known it for years. If it was water, which it probably was, then where in the name of Pete did it go?
Nobody knows, yet, but the short version of current plausible theories combined is: 1) much of it may have been lost to the atmosphere and then to space because of low gravitational pull after some catastrophic event, and/or 2) much of the water is underground in a seasonal cycle of freezing and boiling.
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