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The following is something my lovely wife of 45 years asked me to post and I wholeheartedly support.
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An open letter to Elon Musk.@elonmusk
Dear Mr Harriman.
I know you understand the reference I just made. I was 10 or 11 when I first read The Man Who Sold the Moon, and it's companion short Requiem, by Robert A Heinlein, or as I like to think of him Admiral Dad.
I will never travel to Mars, I am too old. I will never be able contribute to Space X beyond buying merch. But, I am going to ask you to please build a Requiem memorial on Mars.
I'm sure there are millions of people like me, who gazed up at the stars and dared to dream and envision a future everyone told them was impossible. I know you are one of those stargazers.
Ashes of the dreamers could be placed at the memorial, just something the size of a tylenol capsule. For all those who never got a chance to make the trip.
Thank you for opening a door to the stars.
Requiem
by
Robert Lewis Stevenson
Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
Wife of Outis
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