By: Thomas Clayton Booher
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If one is going to write about three youngsters who are summoned from planet Earth to another planet in a galaxy not that far away (only 2.5 million light years), they have to have a way to get there. How far is 2.5 million light years, anyway?
If one is going to write about three youngsters who are summoned from planet Earth to another planet in a galaxy not that far away (only 2.5 million light years), they have to have a way to get there. How far is 2.5 million light years, anyway?
Matt,
one of the three siblings of the novel, the youngest to be exact, was roused
from his sleep their first night on the planet because Caleb, his older brother,
left a desk lamp on. Matt was pretty dreary. After all they had had a longer
than usual day (literally) and a late night of it. He would have called out to
Caleb to take care of the little problem, but Caleb was snoring away, which
apparently signaled there was nothing that would awaken him short of a not so
gentle shake. Matt might have thought of throwing his pillow, but if that
didn’t work, he’d have to get up for sure, just to get his pillow back. It
might have been worth the try, but I suspect Michelangelo had something to do
with it, too. Michelangelo was a sheep dog from England that had made his way to
the planet somewhere in the 1830s or so, Earth years, that is. The dog slept
all day and was now spending the night beside Matt’s bed. Matt might have been
thinking he wouldn’t want to wake him; but about the only thing that would
rouse Michelangelo were some yank bones (not from real yanks – they’re like
milk bones, but yank flavored, artificially most likely if any on the planet
were avid animal lovers).
In
case you’re wondering what this has to do with space travel, let me tell you a
bit more. Matt got up and made his way to the desk. The Bible lay there open,
and Matt figured Caleb must have been looking at it after he was lights out (a
phrase, by the way, which governor Bigsley’s butler, Bentley, found so curious earlier
that evening he made a note of it; the governor was always looking for
something to submit to Lord Milo’s Interplanetary
Dictionary of Unusual Words and Phrases). Curiously it was open to Romans 8
and several verses were underlined. One said that the whole creation groans, and
Matt remembered how he had heard a whole sermon on it once. Another verse
mentioned height and depth and. . .
“Whoaaa,” Matt breathed. A shivery thrill
went through him. He remembered the Starliner in the tree. It hung in blackness
– blackness that seemed bottomless. Space. They had traveled into the vast
depths of space. They had traveled deep into a groaning creation and landed on
a tiny planet where there seemed to be no groaning. Not that he could see,
anyhow. Matt read the rest:
Nor height nor depth,
nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God
which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Two and a half million light years. That’s
what Amos had said. Matt was not sure how far that was except that he knew if
he were able to wave to his parents from the bedroom window, it would be two
and a half million years before they would see him; it would take that long for
the light to reach Earth.
Matt missed Mom and Dad. He turned the lamp
out and went back to bed.
Matt
probably knew light traveled pretty fast. He should have learned in his general
science class that it takes the sun’s light about 8 minutes and 20 seconds to
reach Earth, which might sound like a long time for something as fast as light
to travel – until you realize it’s 93,000,000 miles between the Earth and the
sun. That means light moves at about 186,000 miles a second. A SECOND!
If
you want to get anywhere in the universe, you’d have to floor it. Actually, you’d
have to travel faster than the speed of light. Here’s a good one, which Matt might
have lingered over if he weren’t so worn out. He and his brother and sister
(Caleb and Josie – they’re twins) left Earth earlier that day, and arrived in
plenty of time to have dinner that evening (with hot fudge sundaes!). How do
you figure? Earth was 2,500,000 light years away, and even if they were
traveling 186,000 miles a second, it would take 2,500,000 years to get there.
If Matt were thinking clearly, which he might not have been (I’ll say why in a
second), he’d have remembered the trip had taken only about an hour or so.
That’s 2,500,000 light years an hour, which doesn’t sound very possible (and
I’m guessing most astronomers and those in the know would agree) – unless they
had taken a short cut. But what kind of short cut can get you from Earth to. .
. wherever they were. . . in a blink? Well, not a blink; but an hour is
still pretty short. By the way, they ate
in the Blueberry room, one of about nine dining rooms in the place where
they’re staying.
Like
I was saying, though, Matt’s mind must have been pretty groggy. He remembers a
Starliner in a tree back on Earth, hanging in bottomless blackness. Right.
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