You're on Earth. There's no cure for that.
There is nothing new under the sun, but there are new suns.
And I know that we won't be able to escape it in deep space, either. We might succeed in ignoring this doubt for a while—keep everyone so busy doing what it takes to build the ships to get us out there. But eventually the bustle ends, and then we're left with ourselves again. It'll be the loneliest revelation ever—half a million miles from home.
Problem is (follow me closely here, the science is pretty complicated), if I cut a hole in the Hab, the air won't stay inside anymore.
Humanity is like someone whose outstretched arms are reaching for the stars but whose feet are mired in the mud.
