The night stars lie above as an arc of wonder in a splendid ribbon of milky starlight that gently washes us in the light of a billion years. What marvels may lie out there beyond the periphery of vision and mans polished lenses. We see so much and yet can only still offer feeble conjecture on the worlds beyond our imagination. Time to understand that time and space are relevant to us, because we are in a world that is now beyond our capacity to be sustained. We place a machine on Mars and yet it is but a single grain of sand, positioned at the start of a vast desert. Noble and enquiring are we, but I wonder sometimes why should we seek such enlightenment on the altar of the heavens, while the world we inhabit is so full ripened for a benevolent insurrection?