Sometimes I regret that if I had been more of a motivated person in my younger years, I could be in space.
But also, I know that given my physical state and brain damage and such, it was a dead dream as soon as my first stroke happened, two days after birth.
There’s a lot more for a human to see and experience here on Earth than there will ever be in space.
I love science, space, and science fiction as much as the next person, but at some point humanity is going to have to come to terms with the fact that just about everything worth truly caring about is right here on our planet.
I’m not sure I can agree that space forms “the basis for most of our mythology and dreams”–whether we’re talking Greek titans or druidic spirits, a lot of mythology is based on worldy phenomenons–but even supposing it did, Earth certainly forms the basis for human existence and all known life itself.
Earth is the epicenter of all known thought. And if there is anything out there in space with the ability to dream like we do, it is likely far beyond our reach in terms of distance and time.
This isn’t to say that we shouldn’t care about space, only to say that we should care a whole lot more about what exists here on Earth.
I’m much more proficient these days with my second language than my first, poetic even, but I do still take my time going down the wrong side of stairs, with the rail and my cane to support my movement.
For this and many more reasons, every day I live is a frozen revenge in a boiling summer served to fascists.
Sometimes I regret that if I had been more of a motivated person in my younger years, I could be in space.
But also, I know that given my physical state and brain damage and such, it was a dead dream as soon as my first stroke happened, two days after birth.
Still, a woman can dream.
There’s a lot more for a human to see and experience here on Earth than there will ever be in space.
I love science, space, and science fiction as much as the next person, but at some point humanity is going to have to come to terms with the fact that just about everything worth truly caring about is right here on our planet.
And yet, going to a remote corner of the planet, lying down on the ground, and taking it all in, forms the basis for most of our mythology and dreams.
I’m not sure I can agree that space forms “the basis for most of our mythology and dreams”–whether we’re talking Greek titans or druidic spirits, a lot of mythology is based on worldy phenomenons–but even supposing it did, Earth certainly forms the basis for human existence and all known life itself.
Earth is the epicenter of all known thought. And if there is anything out there in space with the ability to dream like we do, it is likely far beyond our reach in terms of distance and time.
This isn’t to say that we shouldn’t care about space, only to say that we should care a whole lot more about what exists here on Earth.
Republicans are trying very hard to change that, alas.
Also, fuck Republicans.
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Guessing based on your writing abilities things turned out in (yes, a different, but) pretty damn decent way
I’m much more proficient these days with my second language than my first, poetic even, but I do still take my time going down the wrong side of stairs, with the rail and my cane to support my movement.
For this and many more reasons, every day I live is a frozen revenge in a boiling summer served to fascists.