I came across the term “tax exile” in my reading and stopped to look it up. I could infer its meaning, but was curious and referenced it on Wikipedia. Scanning the article, through the basics of its meaning and implications to the various legal definitions by nation state, a thought struck me. I considered the scenario if I became a tax exile to the United States. It would mean I could never return home for the rest of my life. What a shuddering thought.

We are tied to the land we come from. Even now, in the age of global exploration at the individual level, we are still bound to the blood of the land of which we are born. We are anchored to the terra firma on which we grow up. This land is your land, this land is my land.

Can we still coexist? Absolutely, we’re a mobile species and have that biological architecture, and more importantly, we must. No matter whatever recent samples from asteroids or the Moon, this is the only rock we’ve got. This is the critical moment in our civilization’s timeline. What next?