Sunday, February 03, 2013


I've been reading up on Crop Circles. 

I've learned they've been around (sic) a long time - since 1674. But it was only forty years ago that they began appearing Big Time. And, during this last forty years their designs have become more and more sophisticated.

Ninety percent of Crop Circles manifest in England. Most are within forty miles of Stonehenge. Some are made by the Human; others aren't. When the Human makes a Crop Circle he does it with rollers and planks of wood that crush flat the hay, barley or whatever. When a non-Human makes a Crop Circle he does it by applying short bursts of intense heat to the hay, barley or whatever, causing them to bend at right angles an inch above the ground.

The heat that the non-Human applies to the hay, barley or whatever is so intense, it causes molecular changes in the plants. The earth within the Crop Circle is molecularly changed too, no doubt because when you apply a short burst of intense heat to a plant, you can't help but do the same to the soil around it.

Another difference between the Human-made Crop Circle and the non-Human-made one is that the Human-made one is less sophisticated and less geometrically precise than the non-Human-made one, and is otherwise sloppier. 

The non-Human-made Crop Circle, no matter how intricate its design or geometry, is made extremely quickly. Humans who have seen them made, say they form in under twenty seconds. Sometimes as they form, brightly coloured balls of light flit around the field. In other cases a shaft of light comes down and swirls the plants into the Crop Circle's geometric shape.

The Human-made Crop Circle is made much more slowly than the twenty seconds needed for the non-Human-made one, because it takes time to lug around the planks and rollers.

Is not the non-Human-made Crop Circle intriguing? Could the non-Human who makes it, make it from a planet far, far away? Think of the Rover currently on Mars, that is sending back through fifty million miles of space, those amazingly clear pictures of the Martian terrain. All the while the Mars Rover is trundling around, gathering up soil samples for Men of Science here on Earth to analyse. The thing here, is that by means of electronic pulses from Earth, our Men of Science are controlling the Mars Rover, telling it in effect what to do.

What if a Martian, out walking his dog of an evening after supper, should happen across the Mars Rover trundling about with no driver. Would it even occur to him that men fifty million miles away on another planet were controlling it. Even should this notion occur to him, would he not be loathe to share it with his family and friends for fear of them laughing at him?


  1. I'm hopelessly unimaginative when it comes to some things. That's nothing to boast about, I know. The prospect of life on other planets doesn't move me. I have an impulse to say something about how very much like Martians our fellow Earthlings seem to me, as it is, but I hate that kind of cop-out explanation for what really is just failure of curiosity. Sorry.

  2. I feel sure you're feverishly imaginative and avariciously curious, but in things like poetry and literature n'est ce-pas?

    Hope you liked the latest featured music videos.

  3. I do like the music videos. Just my kind of thing.

    Funny you use the word "feverishly" when I've been knocked out with the flu for the past week. And funny this gorgeous South American music (Celso!) when I've spent the day feverishly (in all meanings) reading Marquez's "Love in the Time of Cholera."

    This is a way to wallow in illness. Still, I don't recommend this flu. Don't do it.

  4. Flu is indeed an opportunity to catch up on reading. Nonetheless, I hope you recover quickly and fully from the flu you now have.

    I read "Love in the Time of Cholera" some years ago. It does allow you to find refuge in a quite different time and place, doesn't it? Now, I really must read "One Hundred Years of Solitude."