Now that the experience of spaceflight is merely $200,000 and a waiting list away, what kind of transformation will be sparked by the successive crops of space-travellers returning to Earth?
Death. It never really struck me that I would one day have a funeral. That I would be in a casket with friends and loved ones looking at me, with smelly, caked up, makeup on my face and a suit with the back cut to shreds with my ass resting gently on the silk lined casket. I have George Carlin of all people to blame for this revelation.
So, I asked my friend Theresa, "Do you ever want to go to outer space?" She replied, dismissively, "That's a stupid question. We are already in outer space, revolving around the sun."
Can't argue with that.
As it often happens, some silly thing I was mulling over in the back of my mind has become supercharged by the stories of others, into something that resembles the complete genetic seed of a not-shabby idea.
"Space is big. You just won’t believe how vastly, hugely, mind-bogglingly big it is. I mean, you may think it’s a long way down the road to the drug store, but that’s just peanuts to space." --Douglas Adams
Check out outer space: http://www.ultrafeel.tv/planet-earth-galaxy-space/
At the outset, the individual is primarily concerned with itself. At some point the individual recognizes a semblance of interdependence and shifts its concern to encompass a larger area. Serving the family and tribe become important.
"Banish the word 'struggle' from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones we have been waiting for." — Hopi elders