Shifting Sands

I dream of soft sands and sunlit beaches, relaxing to the cool breeze, birds chirping as I contemplate the vicissitudes of one's existence on the African continent. Many are the myriad challenges of farming corn and vegetables for the market, contending with the cost of seedlings, pesticides, labor, and regulatory climate. Well, there is no country that does not have challenges, I suppose, at the end of the day you come to a bed soft and comfortable and ease your pain, some don't understand it, some do. I remember my days of youth, music was my remedy, it soothed, my balm of hurt minds, remember those days as if it was yesterday, now it's a brave new world.

If I flew away to Mars I wonder what kind of agriculture there would be, things like biomimicry are interesting. I wonder what kind of rare metals I could find to start a mining venture that would impact materials engineering forever, but I suppose that's a topic for another day.