Today, as I was entering Google to search for something, a headline caught my attention—an article suggesting Earth might have two moons. Intrigued, I saved the article to read later, but the mere idea set my thoughts spiraling. While surprising, it doesn't feel impossible to me. Instead, it feels like another testament to the unpredictable beauty of this universe. Imagine looking up at the sky and seeing two or even more moons illuminating the night. It would be extraordinary, though undoubtedly unsettling for many, as humanity often struggles to accept the unusual. But isn’t it time we embraced the possibility that there is far more to this universe—and even our own planet—than we currently comprehend?
I’ve always believed that much of what we call "facts" are, at their core, just widely accepted theories. Humans are creatures of logic, but logic is shaped by what we choose to perceive as truth. For instance, we accept that 2 + 2 equals 4 because it aligns with the systems we’ve created. But who’s to say it couldn’t equal something entirely different in another framework we don’t yet understand? The "facts" we cling to are simply constructs, and I’ve always been drawn to the idea that what we consider impossible might just be possibilities waiting to be uncovered.
Take Earth, for instance. We live here, yet there’s so much about it we still don’t know. If Mars, our cosmic neighbor, has two moons, and Saturn boasts an incredible 146, why couldn’t Earth have more than one? It feels logical, almost poetic, to think that our planet might harbor secrets we have yet to uncover. After all, technology has shown us how quickly the impossible becomes reality. Computers, once an unthinkable advancement, were conceived in the late 1960s, and by the 1990s, they were shaping the world as we know it. If NASA—or any institution privy to the secrets of this world—holds knowledge beyond what is shared with the public, I wouldn't be surprised.
Perhaps one day, we'll live in a world like Cyberpunk, where technology dominates and truth becomes almost dystopian in its complexity. I know this sounds far-fetched to some, but to me, it feels inevitable. The universe—and even our own planet—is far too vast, far too complex, for humanity to have uncovered all its mysteries. Who’s to say what’s possible and what’s not? Facts themselves might just be the most fragile of constructs.