My brother and I stood stargazing one fair evening, full of hope & desire for a future brighter than the sky was.
“When does striving for more become asking for too much?” we both considered my question.
“Too much? It’s the American dream to pursue our desires to their end, and it’s human nature to want…to consume.” he responded, often vague and indirectly, hinting at a depth of wisdom or fearless curiosity that was near unknowable. “We are the only ones who stand in the way of our own progress toward achieving our goals.”
“You really believe anything is possible?” I asked toeing uncharted waters.
“In a way absolutely. The way I see it, if we can imagine something it must be achievable. Perhaps it already has been, in the past or the future, this planet or another, with humans or aliens. Assuming we’re not apart of a multi-verse, the universe is still far too grand for any limitations…given enough time & resources.” Silence followed, unexpectedly long, and peculiar due to it’s abrupt and completeness.