Wherever you go, there you are.

Time to Go

To say that the human race is in its infancy presumes too much. Sol is our mother and we are still in her womb, dependent on an umbilical tether to the only star we have ever known. As the fetus cannot fathom life beyond its cocoon, nor can we as a species comprehend what is in store for our extrasolar descendants. Our feeble attempts to reach the planets are but the twinges of a coming labor that we must endure. If we do not start to push for the stars soon, the birth of our race may come too late; our future will be stillborn.