So I’ve been thinking about writing, teaching, life, the universe, and everything. It’s some heady stuff, to be sure. And what strikes me is that there are many paths. And I like that. I want there to be many paths. I want there to be not just the road not taken, but also the road yet to be made, the exploration waiting to happen. I think it’s on these avenues where the best of humanity can come out. The urge to explore, to see what’s out there, is when we stretch ourselves to the fullest.
I know Gene Roddenberry saw it that way by creating Star Trek, and I agree wholeheartedly. I want there to be more exploration, not just of outer space (but I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t give everything I had for warp drive), but of humanity, of history, of science, of just plain curiosity to learn something new every day.
I remember watching Neil DeGrasse Tyson in a video talk about the meaning of life to a child who asked the question, and his answer was perfect: to learn something new every day. I try to do that, mostly to satiate my insatiable curiosity.
But there are many ways to learn, to explore. I love delving into stories, both reading others and writing my own to explore all the facets of humanity. And I learn from them. And I want to continue doing this. It’s how I think humanity learns best. We are creatures of story, and story encompasses so very many paths, we never know where we’ll end up. But I’m eager to find out.