The problem of gravity
The Jetson prophesies I like to call them. Someone bunches of years ago created the cartoon, and sat around and wondered what life could be like in the future. And as time has gone on, we begin to see some of things actually occur. Of late, we have the video phones. You can see who you are talking to. We already have robots, though they don’t clean the house like Rosie. Give them time. But the ultimate of course; the flying car. I still think it can happen. The issue of course is a little thing called gravity. What goes up, must fall down. How do we get up, and then stay up. Once that is figured out, turning and moving are simple things. Someone a bunch of years ago said that everything that could be invented has already been invented. Then Steve Jobs was born. Blew that idea right out of the water. So someone has to tackle gravity. I know they already are working on this. Guys with more degrees than a thermometer are working formulas. But most of all, they are thinking. Dreaming. Just like the Jetson creator. Because it’s from those times when we dream, that we create. If you want to make something, you have to start by dreaming. Using your head. I have heard many comments about how wicked our thoughts can be. How we need to be careful with our imagination. It’s the devil’s playground. No, it’s our playground, and the devil has stolen it. We need to take it back. Our minds are part of who we are. Our created being. God intends for us to use them. Perhaps we have not, because we dream not. And in our dreams, we will learn how to defy the problem of gravity.
