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Fri - January 9, 2004


The Grass Isn't Always Greener 



If there's one thing I can't stand, it's smug Martian tourists. But what have they got to be smug about? 

The photographs of a paper-flat landscape peppered with red rocks under a muddy sky wouldn't win a composition contest or hold my attention in a travel brochure. But the latest images from Mars rover Spirit are remarkable for how poignantly they attest to the special beauty of Earth.

To call Mars a dead world or even a hellish one strains our imaginations. In the Christian concept of hell, corpses abound; in the Qur'an, "the roots of the tree zaqqum ... reach[es] to the top of hell with its fruits of demons' heads." Yet on Mars, nothing dies—because nothing has ever lived.

No rains fall. No clouds float in the sky. No color competes with ruddy rouge in the camera's roving eye.

Awed though we feel at seeing a planet now 100 million miles away, more startling still is a world that supports 20 million species, where even Death Valley, one of the hottest, driest places would be a paradise compared to its Martian equivalent.

As we dream about all that we may one day create on Mars, let's not soon forget that the most amazing planet known to us isn't the largest, the hottest, the farthest, or the reddest. It's the one we proudly call home.

 

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