This morning I woke up with some words pounding in a mysterious way into my head:

…there is not enough of this, there is not enough of that…
…shortage of this, shortage of that…

Why do I get the feeling that we are bombarded with the idea that this planet cannot cover everybody’s needs?
Why are we looking for resources outside Earth?
Why colonising Mars appears to be a logical solution?

“Tzoumerka mountains reporting to planet Earth:
There seems to be a gigantic formation of plants, something perhaps in this hard and unfriendly soil…


They look like artichokes, let’s taste them…
Oh my God, they are artichokes and they are delicious!
Planet Earth, there is hope!”