Earth is not a “home”; it should only be an option.

 I imagine myself as a traveler aboard a high-technology spacecraft drifting through the void, able to reach any world in moments and to abandon any planet the instant it doesn’t interest me. Such freedom keeps me from becoming rooted in any single world; the troubles of one sphere, including humanity—Earth’s restless contagion—lose their claim on me. Humans cease to be central truths and fade into mere background scenery, unworthy of burden. Yet every one of them is literally trapped on Earth. How pitiful it is to mistake this one planet for the whole universe simply because the era has not advanced far enough. Earth is not a “home”; it should only be an option.