The Heart Of A Colonist

My greatest conflict, here at this 150 year old piece of history farm,
is that most are here to burrow into the past. I am here to learn how
to leap into the future. We are within 50 to 75 years of beginning a
new period of discovery and settlement that will never end because of
running out of room. Here, in this place, we have that memory of the
last great migration of our species and it is only 75 years in the
past, more or less. But it is difficult to reveal to most folk that I am here
because I want to learn how to be a successful colonist. It is beyond
their grasp of the possible. So I smile, I doff my stetson, and I
watch the moon rise over our covered wagons with a terrible longing.