We will reach the stars

How do I know? The sheer existence wingsuit gliders. No other human act has convinced me of the fact that there is a small percentage of the human race that will try anything. You can call it stupid, reckless, suicidal, whatever you want. But the simple fact that these people exist proves that nothing can stop us. We’ll risk our lives in the most insane way imaginable, if there’s a glimmer of ‘possible’ in our minds. It’s amazing, actually. Even when the risk of death carries the same probability of a coin flip, there is always someone who will try it. In a strange way, they sacrifice themselves on the altar of progress. They normalize the impossible. Their deaths, their failures fuel the passion and madness of others who eventually succeed. Mad scientists, adrenaline junkies, the Ahabs and Frankensteins, misanthropes held in thrall by their obsessions, pursuing them to unknown ends. We owe everything to them.

I mean, just behold this. Per ardua ad astra

Author: S. Smith