Starfaring

Did you know, you can pay to have someone rocket you into space after you pass?

I like to think I can dream big.

I like to think that I can picture infinity.

And God, the ultimate big and infinite, is foundational in my brain.

But when I think about interstellar travel, I wrestle with it.

A lot of folks who have the luxury of thinking about such things, think that a human being visiting another planet is one of the integral steps of our continuous survival.

Not just you and me, kid.

The earth and everyone on it.

So the end game (such as it is because it never ends) is to venture towards all the stars in the night's sky.

And go beyond them.

To see what we can't see.

To become a starfaring civilization.

It's the scale of this that's so staggering.

200 billion trillion (sextillion) stars. Of course, there's countless more planets.

But we are talking 2 x 10 to the 23rd power suns.

200,000,000,000,000,000,000,000.

That's a lot of suns.

That's a lot of zeroes.

23 of 'em.

MJ of 'em.

An astronomical amount of stars.

I don't care what you say, though.

Because at that scale, you're just guessing.

I'm just guessing.

The thing that astounds me about space is the vastness.

And this idea that it's empty.

Lifeless.

Mostly.

And I wonder, how can space be so expansive, but so vacant?

Am I missing something?

We are a long way from jet-setting between planets, a longer way from hopping galaxies and universes, and about forever away from taming it all.

Such as it ever could be.

But words are powerful.

Most powerful.

Quill over sword.

And one of my favorites is starfaring.

Traveling among the stars.

I just love it.

Oh, and if you're looking for me, you'll know where I will be.

Just tilt your chin up.

Forever,

💫