Looking through my old writings, I stumble upon several papers about space exploration and development. The earth is puny, I keep arguing, and space is infinite. The only way for our species to survive in the long run is through space exploration and development. Trite as it is, the argument is apparently unfathomable to the majority of humans. They are stuck with the present, puny as it is bound to remain, and they cannot even conceive of the long run. As well as the vastness of the universe and the infinite potentials of the species. In the end, I sound like a utopian through and through. Nay, a mere lunatic. Willy-nilly, I am stuck with the present, as well. So be it, I am forced to admit, for space exploration and development is perforce a collective endeavor. But the pain of accepting my fate is forever with me. Fucking humans, I cannot but lament over and over again.