Martian spiders

The nomadic life has always struck a cord with me for some reason, the idea of being untethered from polite society and to live when and where the day takes you. It sings a song not unlike the Sirens which led sailors to their watery graves. It is a life of hardship and purity. There are no unnecessary things carried by a nomad, everything has a purpose, a use and a function or it is discarded. There is a creativity to nomads if you need it; you find it, you make it or you repurpose something else. Probably the most tempting nomad thing I’ve heard to do isn’t a thing yet, but may be at some point, that thing being a manned flight to Mars. It’s a one way ride there is no coming back, to truly go where no one has gone before. The thought is oh so seductive. There isn’t really much here on the mudball that has that appeal to it. No matter where you go, someone has been there as some point of other. There are vast areas where you can go and not be with another person or a very few. Being nomadic doesn’t necessarily mean hermit on the mountain top but it certainly means different. However where ever you went on earth you would know in the back of your mind you could always make your way back to the familiar, to safety, to roots and places known to many. It is a scary sort of feeling to know that if you hopped on that rocket to Mars you would only ever see those people who went with you from then on. They would be your only companions. What changes would there be in the social order? What remains? Survival becomes much more a reality and mistakes ever so much more costly. I’ve dreamt about it not because I want to be an astronaut or ever wanted to be one. This is different. There is the knowledge that when you leave you are gone from the lives of everyone you know and everything familiar. It would be like dying without the death, well at least for a little while death has that pesky way of finding us no matter where we hide. Everyone who you left behind would never see you again. There would be no way to impact there lives directly any longer. You become the memory of the person they know or knew, even though you are living. You could record messages and they could too and have them sent via radio wave back and forth. It takes time to send messages and then depending on how large a message can determine how quickly you get the whole thing, anywhere from 4 to 20 minutes, not exactly feeling a connectedness to people anymore. Knowing that the person who sent the message has already started doing something else when you read or hear their message and are they still there to get your reply or not? No matter the appeal to be free of the known and despite my love affair with nomadicness I always think about the loss it brings as well especially with the Mars thing. While the song to wander plays in background of my soul I am tied to places, at least earthly places, by powerful things. I don’t mind having roots, they are important. Having a connectedness to others a stable shelter from the harsh things out there in the world. However there is so much world out there to see and I’ve seen more then some and less then others but there is so much more I haven’t seen or done. I want to wander but I want to know I have a place that is warm and familiar. Well, that’s all for now, other stuff to follow most likely Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday Thank you for reading, please subscribe, Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood. Ciao, PS 3 / PS4 Gamer Tag: invisible don Invisible Don PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015 Send me Post Cards … I love Post Cards