One of the first SF books I read as a young teen (and so don't recall the title) was about the pilot of an asteroid-miner. I was already intrigued by astronomy, and that got me interested in space travel. I don't really care what the excuse is to go.
There's a lot of intense interest in that idea, and yet so far we've barely gotten off the ground. Furthermore, unless some things change, our time window for being able to do that is growing shorter. Without a re-focus, it may not happen for a thousand years. And that'd be a shame. Dreams and stories that don't fuel action are wasted.
Lots of old books talked about 'Conquering Space'. Looks like we need to conquer ourselves first.
There's a lot of intense interest in that idea, and yet so far we've barely gotten off the ground. Furthermore, unless some things change, our time window for being able to do that is growing shorter. Without a re-focus, it may not happen for a thousand years. And that'd be a shame. Dreams and stories that don't fuel action are wasted.
Lots of old books talked about 'Conquering Space'. Looks like we need to conquer ourselves first.