Intergalactic explorers will come, I suppose, long after we as a species have gone the way of the dinosaur. I wonder how these explorers from another world will judge us? Will they judge us by the litter of plastic bottles and the disparity between the hovels of the poor and the palaces of the rich? Will they judge us by their discovery of cemeteries where rank after rank of our young, the casualties of our wars, lie buried beneath little white crosses? After such discoveries will these explorers just climb back into their spaceships, and in disgust, leave the planet that was once our home? Or will these explorers make a larger study of us? Will they translate the books of Voltaire and Nietzsche, and hence be inspired to translate all the masters of our written word? Will they take the time to absorb the art of Rothko and Rembrandt, indeed to absorb the thousands of years of art we will leave behind? And if they do translate and absorb, and thus glimpse into our souls through the portal of our art, will they forgive us for the plastic bottles and the disparity between the poor and the rich? Will they forgive us for all the little white crosses?