BecomeMe

It's about Oumuamua, a somewhat mysterious object that passed through the solar system very close to Earth, before seemingly changing direction of its own accord and accelerating back out of the solar system. One of the many recent possibly-alien events that have people excited lately. Scientific theory is that it was a long, thin asteroid, similar to a turd, that expelled gases once it was close enough to the sun that propelled it away. Our sensor data indicated Oumuamua was incredibly dense and rich in heavy metals, more than we could reasonably even detect, so it had scientists intrigued.

Glad I’m not the only one who saw that and immediately thought ‘haha that looks like a turd’.

When I see people make comparisons like this, I often think of a paragraph from Mark Twain's, "The mysterious stranger". It's where Satan compares the intellect of an angel to that of humans.

“Well, it is true that they are nothing to me. It is not possible that they should be. The difference between them and me is abysmal, immeasurable. They have no intellect.”

“No intellect?”

“Nothing that resembles it. At a future time I will examine what man calls his mind and give you the details of that chaos, then you will see and understand. Men have nothing in common with me—there is no point of contact; they have foolish little feelings and foolish little vanities and impertinences and ambitions; their foolish little life is but a laugh, a sigh, and extinction; and they have no sense. Only the Moral Sense. I will show you what I mean. Here is a red spider, not so big as a pin's head. Can you imagine an elephant being interested in him—caring whether he is happy or isn't, or whether he is wealthy or poor, or whether his sweetheart returns his love or not, or whether his mother is sick or well, or whether he is looked up to in society or not, or whether his enemies will smite him or his friends desert him, or whether his hopes will suffer blight or his political ambitions fail, or whether he shall die in the bosom of his family or neglected and despised in a foreign land? These things can never be important to the elephant; they are nothing to him; he cannot shrink his sympathies to the microscopic size of them. Man is to me as the red spider is to the elephant. The elephant has nothing against the spider—he cannot get down to that remote level; I have nothing against man. The elephant is indifferent; I am indifferent. The elephant would not take the trouble to do the spider an ill turn; if he took the notion he might do him a good turn, if it came in his way and cost nothing. I have done men good service, but no ill turns.

“The elephant lives a century, the red spider a day; in power, intellect, and dignity the one creature is separated from the other by a distance which is simply astronomical. Yet in these, as in all qualities, man is immeasurably further below me than is the wee spider below the elephant."