When Imagination Goes Bad

I discovered this little gem a few minutes ago.



I won't spend any time refuting the argument but it just made me think of the dangers of an unchecked imagination.

When your six year old daughter, let's call her Betty, shows you her latest monster drawing and says, 'This is Tony and he likes to eat chicken sandwiches and he's made out of your socks, Daddy', you may feel all proud that your DNA and parenting has turned her brain matter into a fertile little mind and you brag to your friends at the firm that Betty is 'imaginative'.



But her imagination won't just make your coworkers envious that their 'Jacks', 'Trevors', and 'Elizabeths' aren't as 'imaginitive' as your Betty. Betty's imagination may in fact wake you up at 3AM when she starts screaming, 'Aaaah Tony is going to eat my toes! Daddy don't let Tony eat my toes!'.



So you see imagination isn't always a positive thing. It's good on the one hand because without it we wouldn't have great art, real scientific knowledge, or useful technology.







But an unchecked imagination also creates envy, ideology, and arguments that because new life forms have never been observed popping out of a peanut butter jar that evolution is a myth.





I'll scan some cartoons shortly...

Oh Thank My Stars!

If we ever encounter alien creatures on Earth then that would mean the aliens must have more sophisticated technology. We haven't even come close to human interstellar travel, but we're probably about 50 years away from having awesome robots. Asimo is already conducting an orchestra! So chances are the aliens would have robots too. So they probably wouldn't enslave us to work in their uranium mines. They'd probably just rob us. We have a lot of silicon, carbon, aluminum, and water here. If we ever do get invaded it would probably be for some natural resource. Or maybe it would be for some some cultural treasure. I can see some rich alien art collector wanting to complete his collection so he'll transport the Parthenon to his pool house, or St. Peter's Basilica into his backyard. Or maybe Earth will be destroyed by hedonistic alien teenagers like the interstellar version of smashing mailboxes in a rival town. Who knows?