Not guys named Edward, and I was about to say, or at least type, and I met a guy who runs a typewriter shop, I mean, how cool is that, that I’ve known lots of ‘em, Eds, but I haven’t, and it occurs that really I’ve only known a few, and all were important in my life, a father, a brother, a friend, and oh yeah, there was the rock star I lived with for al little while, a nice guy, but not super “significant” in my life, almost forgot him in my Ed list, funny, that, but the alternative to the ETs, those of extra-terrestrial origin, because face it, we are all, like, Starstuff, and so all ETs, so not extra terrestrial, but the visitors from other realms.
And it would even be, I’m pretty sure, not exactly correct to even call them EDs, because I’m pretty sure they’re “here” in a way they’ve always been, even if not materially as little gray folks in spacecraft.
But then, I could be wrong, I often am.
But what occurred to me this morning as I sat with my mantra, mine, is that if there are EDs, like, godlike otherworldly (we wont’ get into the semantics of worlds) type beings, that they’re likely just as imperfect in their own ways and that they don’t always think mind to mind (again, freaking semantics), and there could be all sorts of diversity in their perspectives of the little mass of stuff we inhabit and are part of.
Unless there’s just the one Big ED.
But then, if that is the case, it’s not extra at all, and why it would need to traverse dimensions to communicate with us? Methinks that that extra dimension might be inside, accessible to anyone who seeks it.
Maybe the Big EDs just help us find it there.