With everything going on in the world, many people may want to leave the country of their birth or even the planet altogether. Some are forced to leave because of oppression, war, or illness.
Please never forget all of the places you have inhabited by way of your heart. Your feet need not be planted on them for them to remember you. Their borders, and yours, can't be seen from space. All the nations of your soul can't be taken, so they can't be taken back again.
Let's let Bowie sing it better:
Ground Control to Major Tom
Ground Control to Major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on
Ground Control to Major Tom (ten, nine, eight, seven, six)
Commencing countdown, engines on (five, four, three)
Check ignition and may God's love be with you (two, one, liftoff)
This is Ground Control to Major Tom
You've really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare
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| November Supermoon over Seattle Space Needle photo credit: Quyhn Ton, National Geographic Editor's Pick |
This is Major Tom to Ground Control
I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today
For here
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do
Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles
I'm feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell my wife I love her very much she knows
Ground Control to Major Tom
Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you Here am I floating 'round my tin can
Far above the moon
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do
To all the Major Toms: Stay tethered to what you know to be true. Let us hear from you wherever you find yourself.
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