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The excellent Indian novelist, Samit Basu, whose oeuvre embraces science fiction, recently tweeted, “Somehow researching space travel led me to a set of insane videos about Steven Seagal.” It made me think that actually, I belong to the small minority that considers space travel insane by definition.
Not ‘insane’ in the American manner – like ‘awesome’— both words accompanied by the sound of bubble gum popping. But ‘insane’ in the old-fashioned sense of crazy, mad, bonkers, mostly accompanied by a foreboding silence. The last time I made this point I was attacked by droves of human beings who, in 19th-century language full of words like ‘progress’, ‘development’, ‘science’, relegated me to a decade somewhere between the 6th and the 16th centuries. But I persist in my opinion.
I persist to point out that space travel is insane in our world; that is, on the planet Earth. Let us look closely at Earth.

