The Leer of the Omnipresent Sentinel

I talk to to him daily.

There is nothing Supernatural to him, although he is heavenly.  He is always there, although his sweep regularly takes him to some unseen corner of the cyclorama that I share with the other 5 or 6 billion denizens of this insignificant piece of dust.  His complexion shows the ravages of age, yet he regularly applies a thick coat of photonic makeup to hide his blemishes.  In fact, sometimes he even hides his face behind a black cape, which he holds up in imitation of Zorro, Batman and so many other heroes and villians from my youth.

I once wanted to go to the moon.

Like so many others who visited the mid-1960's World's Fair and rides at Disney's parks, I believed that by now we would have regular, economical public flights to space. Obviously, we don't.  Also, like so many Boomer youngsters, I once dreamt of being an astronaut.  But that dream was dissolved quickly by my claustrophobia and easily acquired motion sickness.  Still, I look up at my friend, The Man in The Moon, and wonder what could have been.

Orion the Hunter is another celestial friend, and he has given me an invitation to come see him.  In fact, I'd love to visit one of the stars in his belt (incidentally, the same one pointed out by Captain Kirk (William Shatner) when he walked down the street with Edith Keeler (Joan Collins) in the Star Trek episode CITY ON THE EDGE OF TOMORROW). 

Unfulfilled desires, unmet goals and dreams deferred leer at us, breathlessly awaiting our arrival...