Over at Sarah Hoyt’s blog, she’s talking about Interstellar, humanity, and our quest for the stars.
The clay of the Earth we’re made of is the material that made the stars.
We’re made of stars. We’re made of eternal. We’re made of eternity and joy. It’s our destiny to dream and create and reach ever farther.
We’ll shoulder our sins along the way, those sins that are truly ours, those we can hit our breasts over and say “mea culpa” and repent and strive to be better. Everyone and every culture stumbles. The good ones struggle on. We will not accept blame for everything. And we will not accept blame from accusers who admit no guilt, no stain, no brotherhood with us.
The time for mourning is over. The time for dreaming and creating has started. Pull down that crepe and those black curtains. They look ridiculous on the grand edifice of Western civilization.
Tell the finger pointers and self-righteous blamers to take a hike.
However long it takes, however bad it is, however many times we stumble and fall, listen to this and listen well: We’re going to the stars.
(P.S. Still alive, obviously … unless ghosts can work keyboards! Have things to blog about, no time to blog. What else is new?
Double P.S. Definitely do go see Interstellar. If it doesn’t inspire you to run out and go colonize space, just out of longing for the grandeur and beauty that’s out there, well, then I don’t know what will.)