Many, and some of the most pressing, of our terrestrial problems can be solved only by going into space. long before it was a vanishing commodity, the wilderness as the preservation of the world was proclaimed by thoreau. in the new wilderness of the solar system may lie the future preservation of mankind.
I think the human race doesn't have a future if we don't go into space. We need to expand our horizons beyond planet earth if we are to have a long-term future. We cannot remain looking inward at ourselves on a small and increasingly polluted and overcrowded planet. We need to look outward to the wider universe.
The universe danced towards life. life was a remarkably common commodity. anything sufficiently complicated seemed to get cut in for some, in the same way that anything massive enough got a generous helping of gravity. the universe had a definite tendency towards awareness. this suggested a certain subtle cruelty woven into the very fabric of space-time.
I do not know if it has ever been noted before that one of the main characteristics of life is discreteness. Unless a film of flesh envelopes us, we die. Man exists only insofar as he is separated from his surroundings. The cranium is a space-traveler's helmet. Stay inside or you perish. Death is divestment, death is communion. It may be wonderful to mix with the landscape, but to do so is the end of the tender ego.
I knew, in the silence that followed, that anything could happen here. It might be too late: again, i might have missed my chance. But i would at least know i tried, that i took my heart and extended my hand, whatever the outcome."okay," he said. He took a breath. "what would you do, if you could do anything?"i took a step toward him, closing the space between us. "this," i said. And then i kissed him.