I was asked recently what inspires me. I thought about it. Then stopped thinking and started talking. When I started talking I didn’t have a gameplan for my answer. But I figured it out. The unknown inspires me. The known that becomes false inspires me. So many generations lived and died believing the earth was the center of the universe, until Copernicus came along and said the Sun was actually center. Then it wasn’t just one solar system we were a part of - there were millions of galaxies just like ours. How many generations lived and died believing the earth was flat? Did man really travel to the moon? I get inspired when I ponder what we believe now as ‘fact’, but what is the next monumental true falsehood? I’ve been hearing that quantum scientists are on the verge of finding that some quantum particles can travel faster than the speed of light.! We are going to become aware of some very interesting things in my lifetime. It excites me. The possibilities are infinite. I think magnetic propulsion is fascinating.
I get inspired when I think about outerspace. I would like to go someday. To have that perspective would be the ultimate. Can you imagine strapping yourself to the tip of 3 million gallons of fuel and saying, “Light It.”
