Ancient man once looked upon the stars and wondered what they were. ‘Windows into the afterlife?’ man wondered. The philosopher then looked up at those same stars and determined that we were at the center. The stars rose and fell in our night sky to entertain solely us. The renaissance man put telescope to sky and realized that no, these stars were not for us. These stars were far away, these planets that we’d named and kept as our own, were not ours. The universe did not belong to us, but rather the other way around. As the years passed, we kept looking up, kept learning about these stars, kept longing to touch them. We put man on the moon. We had become one (small) step closer to touching these stars, to touching these other worlds that did not belong to us. Like we reclaimed the moon, we will, one day, reclaim Mars. We will set foot on the rusty planet, and we would finally have two feet into this, this greatest journey. Our first small, infantile, steps into the universe around us. As we as a people age, our steps will become more steady, more confident. We will exponentially travel our journey. The greatest journey of humanity. The journey we first set out on while humanity itself was only first beginning. To touch these stars, to reclaim them, is to complete a trek millions of years in the making.