If you're not excited by the idea of going into space then nothing I can say can possibly communicate the excitement that the idea holds for me. Overanalyze eve

If you're not excited by the idea of going into space then nothing I can say can possibly communicate the excitement that the idea holds for me. Overanalyze everything and nothing is exciting... I'd also like to have sex with [insert this week's celebrity crush here] even though it's "just sticking one piece of meat inside another piece of meat". I will, however, say that every one of our ancestors for the past four billion years has been confined to a thin layer on the surface of a smallish and otherwise-undistinguished rock in a universe whose scale is... very big. To be one of the first thousand or so Earth-origin organisms to get away from the rock, even if it's just to float for a half an hour in the dark vacuum just outside, sounds pretty darn exciting to me. It ain't first-man-on-Mars stuff, but as far as expensive rich-person holidays go it's better than a week in Vegas.