Water, Water

‘Water’ seems a fitting title of this rhyme on something vital for the beings we take care of and the others we’re aware of. Life on Earth depends on water, whether human or sea otter, fish or fowl, whatever creatures having some subsistence features. Water may have been existent in archaic ages distant long before we tend to think— even water that we drink. Yet when in our galactic history it was formed has been a mystery… The researchers have debated as to if it could be stated that this liquid can be dated back to when it’s been related there was a disk of gas and dust and molecules that were a must for water that originated when our ‘system’ was created (namely, ‘solar’, where we’re fated)… Or might it be more antiquated?! Could we trace to outer space the genesis that took place of the water in our glass? If indeed this came to pass, it would open up new queries, not to mention E.T. theories… But that’s within the jurisdiction of those who compose science fiction. Many scientists have avowed that from the Sun’s parental cloud of interstellar dust and gas, from which our star derived its mass, water, well, to be precise, water in the form of ice was inherited there and then, in that olden where and when… Some astronomers theorize that what we may not realize is up to half the H2O within the oceans that we know right here on Planet Earth could be, yes, older than the Sun we see illuminating from on high, in daylight’s path across the sky, our frets and frolics down below, where heedlessly we come and go… Water and life go hand in hand, from briny deep to wooded land. In the mariner’s rhyming tale, all the winds at sea did fail, and the sailors lives were lost— the idle ship was merely tossed as if on a painted ocean, painted ship, devoid of motion. There was water ‘every where’, Coleridge says, except that there was none to quench their parching thirst; so the voyage seemed doubly cursed. Water is such precious stuff! Do we value it enough? Oh, may there never come a time (as in that famous rhyming rime) when as to water here on Earth— where mortals meet their death and birth— we too will ever need to think that there is not a drop to drink! ~ Harley White < October 8, 2014 >