So far, we can only view what’s out there, after a million years of evolution, we have gotten to the closest rock and put a man there (allegedly). We have shot a camera out past Pluto and sent selfie sticks to other planets, but still, after 60 years of the space race, here we are, like a goldfish released into Lake Michigan from Navy Pier on the 4th of July.
We can’t even treat others of our same species with kindness and respect. We seem so hell bent on destroying ourselves that we will probably never get to the next planet over.
I want to go boldly where no one has gone before. When I was a kid, my fantasy world helped me escape the crap going on in my life. I imagined I was a prince from another planet. This was before I learned about Superman and his origin story. Star Wars was the ideal. Boba Fett and Darth Vader were my heroes and torturers.
I hope that I’m proven wrong, but sadly I’m leaving a world to my children that refuses to consider the future and would rather make gains now or in some fairy tale afterlife. Nietzsche had it right, mankind now is an ape, we need the next evolution to bring us to the stars. We need that explorer spirit that we had when exploring this world. We have become the passengers on the Axiom rather than the explorers of old.