All has been thought, but travel boldly in pursuit of that novel idea. The tragic comedy by which all great men live: boarding majestic ships of purpose with prior knowledge of the impending wreck.

For there is no host country to original thought, but instead a sinking into the vast ocean of thoughts. And still we set sail, if for no other consolation than that of a suitable burial among the bodies of our brethren.

We have the greatest opportunity the world has ever seen, as long as we remain honest — which will be as long as we can keep the attention of our people alive.

— Thomas Jefferson

Let’s get out of here, you and me.

Let’s run up a tab, get a boat, ruin our credit scores and never return. We’ll just get good and lost for a while until we hit land. And we’ll build our own nation there, free of all these entrapments that make us less human each day. Let’s get back to the romance of living and curse convenience back to that dark little corner in the universe from whence it came. All so that lifetimes from now, if we’re lucky, the benefactors of our great experiment will call us their founding fathers but not know all of our names. (And they will confuse our original intentions in order to create something not wholly unlike what we had been trying to escape all along.)

But I emphatically insist, it’ll have been worth it, even if only for those short, lovely years in which our progeny gets it right. Even if just to see the looks on our country of origin during those years, those flakes who cry “Liberty!” yet deny men that ultimate freedom—to exist as they ought. We will be the bridegrooms of our nature apart from post-industry, throwing off the yokes of our individualistic Abaddon for the honeymoon of our collective spirit and lust for empathy.