What lies beyond the stars? Beyond the limits of our imaginations? Beyond the fabric of space and time itself? Today, my friends, we explore this and more. Plug in your headphones and take a journey to wherever we may end up.

To begin our thoughts, we drive down the empty freeway in our car. The streetlights flash by at an amazing speed, creating almost a bar of light streaming above us. The dotted lines on the road become one as the lights have. The music plays, sending our minds on a trip Neil Armstrong would envy, would kill for.

Off on our jaunt through the universe, using our mind’s power as the throttle, our eyes as the window to other dimensions, our ears as radars, we travel through Cassiopeia, fly past Orion, circle around Betelgeuse.

The planets are aligned in such a way that the highway of stardust opens wider, extends farther, lets us travel longer. Off we go, reaching speeds unbeknownst to the rest of mankind, seeing things no one other than us could possibly imagine.

The stars cry out to us, longing to have company. We have all the time in the world, in the universe, to take a closer look. But we do not. We fly past them all, watching them stream by. Just the effect of being here creates an elation unsurpassed by any dreams, any ideas, anything ever thought of.

The music still plays, becoming an aural being sitting beside us. It flashes, it pounds, it instills both joy and sadness in us, knowing this will not last forever, though it has the possibility to.

The ghosts of fallen stars rise and pass through us. New stars are being born all around us, everywhere we look. The stardust highway seems to stretch on forever, and it does just that. We will take it as far as we can. Either we make it, or we don’t.

Make it to where, you ask? That decision is up to you and you alone. If you want to arrive on some beautiful star, so be it. If you want to land on a planet void of any intelligent life, so be it. If you want to continue traveling this stardust highway, so be it.

It’s not where you come from that matters.

It’s where you’re going.

And we are going to the limits of life, space, and time.

As we approach the limits of our own time, I implore you to pass this on to your future generations, whenever they arrive. They will explore with you, beside you, and after you, if you teach them to. That is what you must do.

The limit has arrived. The stardust highway collapses, and we fall through to… To where? Only you know that answer.