Our covering of blue. So thin, you're through it in an instant. You're into the black. Light left behind, space is larger than little green men and colorful orbs. The jeopardy, the vulnerability, the air is a sliver.
Mars doesn't have it, to dirty earth is a whole 'nuther matter. It's death out there. Experience it in 3D. Delay and gitters, the simulation doesn't capture it, the G Forces can be survived. No one cares what the billionaires say, Captain Kirk laid it out.
A rocket ride for now, it's the way of the future. Like bicycles, like cars, like planes, like eBikes. Novelty luxury items at first. West Texas is lit, the center of space. Like a modern day spectator sport, the race is on, rocket riders 62 miles up.
