Sometimes I think we are the dreamer and sometimes I think we are the dream. The truth is more plainly that we are a statistic in a vast database floating in the multiverse like a Tardus from Dr Who episodes. Really should there be a purpose or plan to creation in the first place. Is the world less beautiful if we are simply here by the grace of probablity on a interstellar scale? Maybe that would make us appreciate things more. The impulse to manipulate, now there was a discovery a tool of language and concept. The lever to more mountains. The method by which we chase the tail of our own existence!

Alas I think we are catching up with our tails on a number of levels, for instance ecologically we are running out of resources and energy.  I feel that as we press onward technology will be faced with the physical limits of scale both in space and electronics.  Hopefully we will find ways to continue to conserve energy and provide clean renewable sources of the energy needs of a growing population.