Our Brains Have Just One Scale, And

Take Wrong Turns. Talk To Strangers. Open Unmarked Doors. And If You See A Group Of People In A Field, Go Find Out What They Are Doing. Do Things Without Always Knowing How They'll Turn Out. You're Curious And Smart And Bored, And All You See Is The Choice Between Working Hard And Slacking Off. There Are So Many Adventures That You Miss Because You're Waiting To Think Of A Plan. To Find Them, Look For Tiny Interesting Choices. And Remember That You Are Always Making Up The Future As You Go.

Our Brains Have Just One Scale, And We Resize Our Experiences To Fit.

Space Is About 100 Kilometers Away. That’s Far Away—i Wouldn’t Want To Climb A Ladder To Get There—but It Isn’t That Far Away. If You’re In Sacramento, Seattle, Canberra, Kolkata, Hyderabad, Phnom Penh, Cairo, Beijing, Central Japan, Central Sri Lanka, Or Portland, Space Is Closer Than The Sea.

I Used To Work At Nasa In Virginia. It Was Nothing Glamorous; I Was Just Tasked With Making Code Compile For Obscure Projects, And I Wasn't Very Good At It. Now I Spend Most Of My Time Drawing Pictures And Looking At Funny Things On The Internet, Which In Retrospect Is Largely What I Did At My Old Job, Too.

The Universe Is Probably Littered With The One-planet Graves Of Cultures Which Made The Sensible Economic Decision That There's No Good Reason To Go Into Space-each Discovered, Studied, And Remembered By The Ones Who Made The Irrational Decision.