On Meteors and Miracles
The October meteor shower was the most exciting thing to happen to the small city of Ven for several decades. The reason for this was not because meteor showers look pretty at night, or because there were so many meteors large enough to create craters; it was because the craters had roughly formed the shape of a skewed five-prong star.
It was I who first saw the crater field, several kilometres out of the city, while filming it from a helicopter for the local news station. As I reported on it live from the helicopter, I laughed and jokingly said that if you turned your head and squinted, the craters could form a star. It turned out that not everybody thought it was as funny as I had.
Back at the news station, our crew had a casual discussion about the crater field. My co-reporter agreed with me that the sight of the shower itself was more amazing than any vague shape it might have happened to form. But when I spoke to the chef in the tuck shop, he seemed to be certain that the star shape was a sign of communication from an alien race, and that to hit Earth they must be aware of our existence and on their way here at that very moment.
The gardener had other ideas. He also thought the meteor field was the intentional work of aliens, but he was certain that the meteors had been aimed for the city and that an unforeseen circumstance had ‘blown’ the meteors slightly west. He also asserted that the aliens were on their way to Earth to finish the job.
The news anchor wasn’t sure who had ’sent’ the meteors, but she knew one thing for sure: the largest crater, at the tip of the star shape, was pointing to Russia. When I asked her why it wasn’t ‘pointing’ to any location between Ven and Russia, or even past Russia, she seemed unable to answer me but nonetheless remained sure that it was a sign to befriend Russia.
When I asked the weatherman, I was under the impression that he agreed with myself and my co-reporter, but this belief was firmly dashed when he informed me that this meteor shower, the largest seen in centuries, was a supernatural warning of even larger, more devastating meteor ‘attacks’ to come, despite historical records of even larger meteor showers colliding with Earth.
The news editor, who was also a religious priest, assured me that the crater star was a sign from a supernatural deity. The multitudes of religious figures I interviewed in the coming days agreed with this as the shape’s origin, but every single individual had starkly contrasting views on what the star meant. Among these interpretations were imminent apocalypse, condemnation of the newly-elected mayor, confirmation of the newly-elected mayor, the imminent return of a deity to Earth, the marking of Ven as the new ‘holy land’, and dozens more. What they had in common was that each was absolutely certain that the star was confirmation from their chosen deity that they were believing in the right thing.
People seemed inclined to believe one of these religious figures rather than those who were in the same mind as the chef, gardener, anchor or weatherman, though I couldn’t understand why. All were making guesses with no evidence, all believed an invisible being had ’sent’ the star, all drew a conclusion from the vague shape that suited what beliefs they already had, all believed they were one hundred perfect right, and all are capable of human error. Each claimed they had all the answers, and none seemed annoyed that this lame, vague shape was the best that this powerful invisible being could muster.
The government took advantage of the huge tourist attraction of the crater field, and set up fences and boardwalks to protect the craters. There was also expensive helicopter rides to see the star shape from a good vantage point, which was a very popular activity. I wondered if those thousands of dollars spent on seeing vague geomorphic shapes could be put to better use in the world.
Eventually a church, with its mounds of untaxed capital, bought the meteor-hammered land from the government and put signs all around the site advertising the supposed truth of their religion. This angered other religions worldwide, and shortly afterwards the crater field was devastated by a series of bombing attacks. The star shape had been erased, the craters were indistinguishable from bomb scorch marks, and what physical reminder had remained of that beautiful twilit meteor shower was lost.
I partially blamed myself for the whole affair, having acknowledged the vague shape live on air, and I often wonder if anyone would have noticed it had I not voiced my thoughts. What I had planned to be a story on the beauty and natural wonder of meteor showers had turned, with the help of dogmatic and fanatical beliefs, into more global religious conflict resulting in the utter destruction of the greatest natural event that would happen in my lifetime. Sometimes, before I go off to sleep, I wonder what would have happened if people had believed the gardener.