Not yet knowing the future history of cosmology,
aeronautics, or rockets, an ancient, primitive people gazed into the night sky for signs of shooting stars.
Meteor showers were epic battles among the sky gods. Meteorites, their fallen bodies forged in great
fires hit the world in terrible chaos.
Eventually, in due time, a Vessel was prepared for the
long journey back to the abode of lost gods and wandering black holes. In preparation, disparate, scattered icons
of the world were found, studied, accumulated, and cleverly devised into structured elements of the Vessel's
Launch and trajectory -- the Vessel soared hidden in mists of relativity and curvature.
An age transpired. Then another. Then a third. The Vessel crash landed atop a barren mountain of melting
glaciers and flowing clear springs. The structured elements of the Vessel's integrity spilled out upon the gathering
waters and washed downstream where they were found by the inhabitants of the mysterious valley below.
Thesis, antithesis, synthesis: out of chaos something new was born.