There is a place in space precisely 45° west, eighty some odd million miles from the sun I used to visit frequently as a child. I could go there then – when I was a young, because like all children back then in my mind and in my dreams I could fly. It’s not as much as the exterior architecture in space as what it held inside. Ponies, dragons you called your own.
I do believe if I remember correctly Leonardo da Vinci (not di Caprio) was head master over this place in space as well as Albert Einstein, Von Braun, Isaac Newton walking the crystal halls.
Here is where dreams were born and stories were created, treasures were found where least expected but a clue was always available.
Here is where the sun never slept placed high above in the line of your vision at 45°.
There, - space spread out in front of us - dare and go forward, to explore and fill our minds with its adventures. There below us, our home, Earth. Home to every living, breathing thing. Equal in its rights, not more not less.
Trudi
