Where spirits go. To start anew.

Don’t begin to understand how it’s done. Men actually stepping on the moon. Barely 70 years after the  Wright Brothers for the first time launched an aircraft off the ground.  And now mechanical rovers rove on Mars. Sent by more spacecraft.  Makes me wonder what’s to come in the next 100 years.  Of course, I’m reminded, too, that it was difficult to imagine creation of a bomb that could annihilate a city of six million in one gigantic explosive swoop. It’s all pretty and not-so-pretty fantastic stuff.  Makes me dream of leaving Mother Earth some day. For a better place.  The moon or Mars. An escape. Maybe that’s where spirits go. To start life anew. –Jim Broede