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You've heard it called "Our Spaceship Earth," and metaphor it's not. See, that's just another notion where—as yet—we don't take stock. Earth is a conveyance friend, a liner on the seas, if seas are black but filled by stars with solar wind the breeze...
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Our ship? It has an engine in the form of our sun, Sol, though presently we must admit it's quite beyond control... The track we're on, predictable, and measured such and so, the Toltecs / Mayans / Aztecs were men somehow in the know.
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They conceived of bodies that were Gods they suffered then... and angry, these made trouble so were something "less" than friend. Possessing awesome power and the wealth of countless kings... those treasures are unguarded now. It's time we even things...
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Why, we should learn to fly our moon! Fly "rocks" in all our skies! Pay the *rock jocks* handsomely; let them leave if they desire! Let them grow to independence, and the Earth should help them go, with a grubstake minus promises that a profit they must show!
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It's then we'll live among the stars, and safe within our "rocks"! These spin, by law, for gravity—"cans" of earth and common stock. In space, there are raw elements of the type that we can use... facilitate new living space and live there; that's the news.
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See, no need to "build" our ships! Pack asteroids with ice, and heat them up with mirrors, friend; blow them up like bubbles ... nice. Arm the poles with thrusters, then, to keep them good and firm, and live like beings who pay their freight—free to live and give and earn!
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Then mine your home—imagine that! You carve new walls for MONEY, Jack! Your home gets bigger as you go, you move in families—then what do you know! You're living in space importing from the Earth; exporting the "stuff" that shall lift the Earth's curse!
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And in this sweet bargain the threat is reduced; it's used up improving star systems to use! There's WATER and EARTH in the skies up above. It threatens us, NOW, like a fist in a glove!
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...But turn it to profit? We move beyond strife! We END our indifference—we turn it to life!
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The closer the bolus (you'd think, off the cuff) would threaten us most if it scared you enough! Though, that is NOT true, you're spinning your wheel; the truth is it's BETTER the closer they reel! NEA's are our bases! We launch our assaults on a threat unimagined AWAITING us, Walt! Largess arriving from the far stellar reaches... where stars have exploded from pasts that just reach us!
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So, worst comes to worse, and the planet's hit anyway? Then, your savior flies down from the asteroids, Hemingway!
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Our eggs, as they stand, are in one lonely basket and be well assured we inhabit our casket! Humanity's doomed if we don't move from here; this is not overstatement! Good science is clear!
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And, yes, comes a time when they'd want independence—like children I'm posing—new nations are born... Mere seeds of humanity just leaving for parts they've discovered in space that they like; they're reborn!
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These persons, like children... ...will stand apart from us. They'll have a new allegiance to themselves they have to trust!
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They must respect the Earth? Then the Earth must step up first—all the cups then overflowing with respect, so no one thirsts! We can learn to fly the rocks, abound in nearby space; we can use our "Last Frontier" to benefit the race!
Everyone wants respect, independence, and self-reliance if they can get it. Send someone to the moon long enough and they become Lunan. Visitors to Mars, after a time, become Martian. Your children, their own persons. It's the same thing. They mature to stand alone.
It's the motivation, the approach, and the attitude of the motherland; however, that seems to dictate if the colony becomes an *enemy* or not ...if I am to believe history, any portion of the efforts of my *founding* fathers, or the plot line of Babylon 5.
The asteroids we colonize could become like Plato's little city states, banding together into loose federations of their own? Declaring an independence from a hated, clutching, and abusive Earth?
No, it just doesn't have to be that way. Better to let them go. Profit hugely, rather, from a success that was always (?) encouraged in atmospheres of mutual respect and appreciation. Right? Is that beyond the pale?
It's all about survival, whether your children can stand on their own two feet, and if they have REASON to love you enough to include you in their successes. Independence is a given—it's understood. Moreover, it's required.
So, let's quit screwing around, cop to the inevitable, and go fly those rocks! Again, we've everything beyond imagining to gain, and nothing to lose but our default regressive cowardice.
Let's go! http://tinyurl.com/42nwcyr and http://youtu.be/fL9xqmRDSnQ
Restore John Ford!
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Our ship? It has an engine in the form of our sun, Sol, though presently we must admit it's quite beyond control... The track we're on, predictable, and measured such and so, the Toltecs / Mayans / Aztecs were men somehow in the know.
.
They conceived of bodies that were Gods they suffered then... and angry, these made trouble so were something "less" than friend. Possessing awesome power and the wealth of countless kings... those treasures are unguarded now. It's time we even things...
.
Why, we should learn to fly our moon! Fly "rocks" in all our skies! Pay the *rock jocks* handsomely; let them leave if they desire! Let them grow to independence, and the Earth should help them go, with a grubstake minus promises that a profit they must show!
.
It's then we'll live among the stars, and safe within our "rocks"! These spin, by law, for gravity—"cans" of earth and common stock. In space, there are raw elements of the type that we can use... facilitate new living space and live there; that's the news.
.
See, no need to "build" our ships! Pack asteroids with ice, and heat them up with mirrors, friend; blow them up like bubbles ... nice. Arm the poles with thrusters, then, to keep them good and firm, and live like beings who pay their freight—free to live and give and earn!
.
Then mine your home—imagine that! You carve new walls for MONEY, Jack! Your home gets bigger as you go, you move in families—then what do you know! You're living in space importing from the Earth; exporting the "stuff" that shall lift the Earth's curse!
.
And in this sweet bargain the threat is reduced; it's used up improving star systems to use! There's WATER and EARTH in the skies up above. It threatens us, NOW, like a fist in a glove!
.
...But turn it to profit? We move beyond strife! We END our indifference—we turn it to life!
.
The closer the bolus (you'd think, off the cuff) would threaten us most if it scared you enough! Though, that is NOT true, you're spinning your wheel; the truth is it's BETTER the closer they reel! NEA's are our bases! We launch our assaults on a threat unimagined AWAITING us, Walt! Largess arriving from the far stellar reaches... where stars have exploded from pasts that just reach us!
.
So, worst comes to worse, and the planet's hit anyway? Then, your savior flies down from the asteroids, Hemingway!
.
Our eggs, as they stand, are in one lonely basket and be well assured we inhabit our casket! Humanity's doomed if we don't move from here; this is not overstatement! Good science is clear!
.
And, yes, comes a time when they'd want independence—like children I'm posing—new nations are born... Mere seeds of humanity just leaving for parts they've discovered in space that they like; they're reborn!
.
These persons, like children... ...will stand apart from us. They'll have a new allegiance to themselves they have to trust!
.
They must respect the Earth? Then the Earth must step up first—all the cups then overflowing with respect, so no one thirsts! We can learn to fly the rocks, abound in nearby space; we can use our "Last Frontier" to benefit the race!
Everyone wants respect, independence, and self-reliance if they can get it. Send someone to the moon long enough and they become Lunan. Visitors to Mars, after a time, become Martian. Your children, their own persons. It's the same thing. They mature to stand alone.
It's the motivation, the approach, and the attitude of the motherland; however, that seems to dictate if the colony becomes an *enemy* or not ...if I am to believe history, any portion of the efforts of my *founding* fathers, or the plot line of Babylon 5.
The asteroids we colonize could become like Plato's little city states, banding together into loose federations of their own? Declaring an independence from a hated, clutching, and abusive Earth?
No, it just doesn't have to be that way. Better to let them go. Profit hugely, rather, from a success that was always (?) encouraged in atmospheres of mutual respect and appreciation. Right? Is that beyond the pale?
It's all about survival, whether your children can stand on their own two feet, and if they have REASON to love you enough to include you in their successes. Independence is a given—it's understood. Moreover, it's required.
So, let's quit screwing around, cop to the inevitable, and go fly those rocks! Again, we've everything beyond imagining to gain, and nothing to lose but our default regressive cowardice.
Let's go! http://tinyurl.com/42nwcyr and http://youtu.be/fL9xqmRDSnQ
Restore John Ford!
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