Surviving, and Thriving

I WANT THE HUMAN RACE to survive and prosper, long after I'm dead. In a way, you'd think anyone would. Not my sister. She doesn't care what happens after she's gone, logically enough. And that's fine, but...gee whiz. I love life, being alive, and it comforts me to believe that after I die many other people will have long, happy and productive lives, in small measure because I lived, long ago. I want to believe this, it comforts me somehow, so, even if I don't entirely believe it, I believe its possible. Maybe its my religion, belief in a happy human future. Imagine the year 2100, or 2200, or 2300. A nice, healthy blue and green Earth, with several billion humans and other lifeforms thriving, and colonies all over the solar system, and missions to the stars. Our modern advances in computers, agricultural yield, and medicine prove that this beautiful future is quite within the realm of real possibility. There is no inevitable doom, other than the end of time itself. There are many other hopeful signs as well. The human race is better educated, more prosperous, and healthier than ever. Enough of us are aware of the threat of man made climate change, over population, and over consumption that something is being done about it. The need for sustained, and sustainable, societal evolution is now widely accepted. Fear and superstition are slowly but steadily being replaced by reason and optimism. And fortunately, we have reached the necessary critical mass of people who understand, that in order for humanity to survive long term, it must boldly go where no man (or woman) has gone before, it must establish habitats for itself beyond this earth, in as many places as possible, out in the great frontier of outer space. Einstein was once asked to write a message to include in a time capsule. In it, he told our descendants that if they have not become more compassionate and kinder than we were, may the devil take them. Amen to that.