The sun’s just a giant incinerator floating in space, why don’t we just pack some garbage into a rocket, say a tearful goodbye, and send it there every Thursday to coincide with garbage pick-up day.
We tend to view Earth as a party that’s no longer fun and imagine that because there’s always a great view out the window up there, all problems and worries will somehow be mollified.
We just do that with space.
Even when we fantasize about space, we can’t help bringing our petty Earth baggage with us.
Granted, space can obviously help us solve all sorts of shenanigans on this giant blue marble, which is why astronomers are conducting numerous experiments up there where they can get some peace and quiet.But our reliance on space solutions is also a slight indication of a lack of imagination here on Earth (which reminds me of the old monologue on imagination from the play Six Degrees of Separation).