If we were to compare our earthly location to some place close to its like on the Red planet of this solar system, we could say we are living on one of that planet's poles. I'm not entirely clear as to whether human exploration has revealed water (ice) on Mars, but either pole would be the place to look. Whatever the case, the weather of our outpost is once again like that of an arctic desert. All water is frozen! The air is dry and cold. The wind is out of the north and pierces clothing like thousands of icy needles.
Well, it has been a while since our last communication. The alien boy has been difficult to rear of late; however, he's gained even more power of persuasion through pure, innocent cuteness. This makes up for the whining, the tantrums and the tears. If I were whisked off from one part of the galaxy, had my mind reset, removed from whatever body it once had inhabited, if necessary, and placed in a new, weak, defenseless human body to start life afresh on a bizarre world, I'd be upset too.
Mormons have curious beliefs about the after-life. I recall someone telling me once that they believe we become gods over our own individual planets when we die from this world. Recently I started re-reading a collection of stories about dragons and, er, dungeons that I'd quite enjoyed in my teens. A little digging into the background of the authors revealed the Mormonic connection. Having read a certain series of books about vampires by a Mormon author it occurred to me that these people are really, truly devoted to fantasy. Escapism must be necessary within a religion that places so much emphasis on denial: both self-denial and the denial of "reality".
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