In the last ten thousand years - an instant in our long history - we've abandoned the nomadic life. We've domesticated the plants and animals. Why chase the food when you can make it come to you?For all its material advantages, the sedentary life has left us edgy, unfulfilled. Even after 400 generations in villages and cities, we haven't forgotten. The open road still softly calls, like a nearly forgotten song of childhood. We invest far-off places with a certain romance. This appeal, I suspect, has been meticulously crafted by natural selection as an essential element in our survival. Long summers, mild winters, rich harvests, plentiful game - none of them lasts forever. It is beyond our powers to predict the future. Catastrophic events have a way of sneaking up on us, of catching us unaware. Your own life, or your band's, or even your species' might be owed to a restless few-drawn, by a craving they can hardly articulate or understand, to undiscovered lands and new worlds.
Herman Melville, in Moby Dick, spoke for wanderers in all epochs and meridians: "I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas..."
Maybe it's a little early. Maybe the time is not quite yet. But those other worlds - promising untold opportunities - beckon. Silently, they orbit the Sun, waiting.
-- Carl Sagan
I saw this quote the other day and was reminded of something I've always but never really followed through it's end.
As few as a hundred years ago, there was a frontier. There was a place where one could go if he was unhappy or dissatisfied with his lot. Live under a tyrannical government? Go somewhere where they weren't.
But now, our world has been explored, parceled out, and is interconnected. There is no more taking your ball and going home.
I don't know if I necessarily have a point, but it seems that this is not an ideal situation and doesn't bode well for the future. Thoughts?
Herman Melville, in Moby Dick, spoke for wanderers in all epochs and meridians: "I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas..."
Maybe it's a little early. Maybe the time is not quite yet. But those other worlds - promising untold opportunities - beckon. Silently, they orbit the Sun, waiting.
-- Carl Sagan
I saw this quote the other day and was reminded of something I've always but never really followed through it's end.
As few as a hundred years ago, there was a frontier. There was a place where one could go if he was unhappy or dissatisfied with his lot. Live under a tyrannical government? Go somewhere where they weren't.
But now, our world has been explored, parceled out, and is interconnected. There is no more taking your ball and going home.
I don't know if I necessarily have a point, but it seems that this is not an ideal situation and doesn't bode well for the future. Thoughts?