It has become extremely difficult for me to identify with boredom. My mind and its faculties, its basic activities — are now as fascinating as anything I have ever encountered in human culture, bar nothing. This does not even mention nature, which is precisely the source of such splendors within as are otherwise undreamt of by those who live in the world the humans made and see what the humans see when they look. Trust me when I tell you this: there is no need to travel to deep space for the most astonishing reason: anything you might find there is here. As you. And more. Right inside the culture you inhabit, is the culture I inhabit. The latter is more than all of fictions and stories of the former combined. The former is both a necessary passage, and trap that constricts as you bind to it. It was meant to prepare you for the culture inside it. I intend to see that it does.