We are scrappy little bastards, and putting us down is harder than getting ink back out of water. We are caged by history and language, and liberated by dreams and art. We are not good or nice, but we are flexible. We adapt
But we are so very, very hard to kill or stop. Us against entropy?I'm betting on us
It's like lighting a fire, but the fuel is the vast planet-studded vastness of the universe.
We need to cooperate to do this
Making starships requires the collective effort of millions. Much as we all love @elonmusk, he's the focal point for the will of an entire planet to reach into space and expand the biosphere by lightyears.
Life started in the seas. It climbed on to the land, learned to breathe air. It learned to fly, ten thousand mile migrations for tiny little birds!
We can make spaceships. WE CAN MAKE SPACESHIPS!
Make ships. Go find huge new lands to explore. Life expands and adapts. Life - you know it - finds a way
Life *is* the way. This is life doing what life does. Reaching
Life hit a limit on this planet. It's kind of full. Life wants new planets to spread across, the stars themselves as our new homes.
This is life.
Evolution will not stop. Who will become?
We are like the first fish to walk on land. We owe the future of life our efforts.