“A twinge of sadness that there’s no frontier left."

I wish I had a portal gun like in Rick and Morty. I’d open a portal to a version of the world where humans never existed. We could start anew with abundant resources. We would make better decisions this time around.

Then again, would we?

There’s a term alcoholics have called “geographing”, where you move to a new location to start a new life because you burned all the bridges in your current area. Of course, being an alcoholic, you end up bringing the same problems with you to your new home.

That’s how I feel about moving to a new Earth: have we really learned our lesson or are we just alcoholics running away from a problem that has been inside us all along.