Something different

[jonzo] hey i wanna write about something
[jonzo] give me a topic
[axord] write about going back to japan to sucba dive in caves
[axord] caves found ON TOP OF MNT FUJI

Such an activity would probably be the pinnacle of all activities. The epitome of sheer cool. The ultimate in badassery.

I don't think anyone could argue this. Unless they are a fun-hater. Are you a fun-hater? I didn't think so.

The other day I was hangin' out with me mams and somehow the topic of space came up. I don't remember why. I told her I wanted to go to Mars and that if I did, I could die happy. She seemed shocked by this and took it pretty seriously... And although I meant it to be taken in a humorous fashion (as I am quite the joker), I was being serious after a fashion.

I don't fear dying. I don't fear much at all, really. I'm ready to live life to the fullest. (Inasmuch as I, personally, enjoy life.) However! I still wish I could live forever. When I think about all the things I won't see in humanity's future simply because I won't be alive, it bothers me significantly.

What is going to happen to humanity? Will we kill each other off? Will we finally find peace? These are the boring questions. No one with an imagination like mine gives two measly wossnames about that nonsense. The real question is this: What will we find out there? Other intelligent life forms? Or are we completely alone? Either way, we can at least spread out, explore, terraform and oh man I'm getting dizzy just thinking about it.

Space. It's awesome. And, granted, there's still a lot we don't know about our own planet. We have yet to dive to the deepest depths of the ocean. New species of land animals are still being discovered all the time. There's also all that stuff we don't know about us. There is much to learn. But, at least for me, the most exciting thing we can do, the thing that yields the largest potential, is exploration. Oh, to be alive in the days of yore when those brave souls sailed across the Atlantic Ocean and discovered the Americas. Can any of us really imagine what that must have been like? Of course not! With the rare exception of those who have been in space, I imagine.

So, back to Mars. Will we land on that glorious red planet and at last find evidence of an ancient Martian civilization? Uh, most likely not. But it is the next obvious step. Let's get the fuck out there and stop meandering down here on Earth, eh?

SPACE: THE FINAL FRONTIER.

I would absolutely jump at the chance to go to Mars. Without hesitation, and even if it meant I would never be coming back. Not only would it mean I had accomplished something huge with my life, but it would also hopefully be the catalyst for the human species to open their eyes and look to the stars once more.

Dream Big, Jonny Boy.

Of course, all this is moot because I'm too fucking tall to be an astronaut. Thanks NASA. (Go go privately-owned-and-operated space exploration!)