What does it mean to explore? What does it mean to adventure? Walking an off the beaten track road you begin to realize: The Search is what you would naturally undertake when you are not sunk in the everydayness of your life. To be aware of the possibility of the Search is to be on to something. Not to be on to something is to be in despair.
The Search is existential. Exploration, science and adventure is how we search not just for answers but for better questions; It’s how we rage against the darkness, how we battle against ignorance, make inwards against dogma.
Exploration is how we map the world; Science is how we come to understand it; Adventure is how we come alive. These are our tools against meaninglessness.
Adventure, science and exploration, put men on the Moon, built marvelous jetliners, inversed us in virtual realities and help us make sense of the world; Their consequences being technological marvels, extend our imaginative capacities and help us overcome all of our limits.
As the poet Yates wrote “The world is full of magic things patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharp” and growing sharper they have! Through the scientific process we have expanded our minds and we’ve built instruments such as microscopes and telescopes that pierce the Micro and the Marco engorging our perspective and doing so blasting new tunnels in our minds. We satiate our curiosity by getting outside ourselves, beside ourselves, creating cognitive appendages, taking us to spaces and places beyond the mind, the world and wonder.
Adventure is about expanding our minds; the outer journey IS the inner journey. We seek to expand the boundaries of our humanness, the repository of our knowledge to become more than what we are. Although the Space Age has been seeking all along, but it wasn’t so much the expansion of physical space as it was the expansion of the mind.
When we dream of Space, we dream of transcending, we dream of what we might become.
*** Thoughts triggered by the life-long inspiration of science and travel provided by a pilot born in 1932: My grandfather and the first Mexican astronaut, Rodolfo Neri Vela.***