Our enterprise has no limits in time
nor any in the space that we can reach;
our task, today, is both to learn and teach
as humankind begins the steepest climb,
up from our world, and onward with the prime
directive as our guide. There is no beach
for us to rest on, and we know that each
sapient species can learn to be sublime.
Encounters rich and strange, future and past,
the names of entities have magic force
but cannot long detain us, we are on our way
to the furthest destination. The die is cast.
No godlings and no cyborgs can bend our course,
we seek the furthest star and its last ray.
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
26 March 2007
Making it so
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