It is getting easier to breathe here. In a decade more we may not even need oxygen or filters. I like breathing in the open air and knowing I helped make this possible.

We like to communicate in a language of whistling. The high frequency sounds carry on the thin air and echo off the cliffs and canyons. It is more fun than practical. Of course radio and headsets would work better but I like to think this will become a foundation of some part of this area’s emerging culture. Whistling sounds different in this atmosphere.

I dream of being able to live off what grows in the ground rather than a hydroponic garden. Plants I have created are already making this world edible. As I live of this new ground it becomes my body. I wonder how much of me is still in me from the world I left. It’s being replaced by this place as it becomes part of me and I become part of it.

What truer way is there to live a life in reflection of the Devine than by creation? As children of God we share the same love of creating. What higher calling or more worthwhile cause is there that perpetuating life to new places? This is the way of love, this is the meaning of life, in doing this I am greater than the smallness of the self. This is for those who come after, not expectation of praise, but to give life. Hopefully what I created will create as well. In creation we mimic the Devine.

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Mental musing of a Pika Teraformer on Mars.