In accessible style, "Homo Exploratoris" tackles fundamental questions. Is humanity going forth to the stars, or back to the caves? Is humanity a naked ape species, or an apprentice god? Are we evolving to be both rational enough to do God's job - create worlds at will - and irrational enough to want it, too? Are we going to explore, and settle, the Universe to one day create other universes in its image? Can it be that gods create universes and universes create gods, in a never-ending circle of life? Is this - spawning civilizations that evolve into gods - a biosphere's adaptation to immortalize itself? Is the human race even in this race?
I believe we are. We are the most numerous, prosperous, healthy, peaceful and educated humankind that ever inhabited this planet. We did somehow get from the caves to the Moon, and felt inexplicably compelled to create the Sphinx and the Mona Lisa and the theory of relativity and the World Wide Web, and we dreamed of planting seeds from our beautiful home across the Universe.
We won't ever get there unless we try. And we won't even try unless we believe the unknown to be worth exploring. You can't rationally justify exploring the unknown, not without a time machine. So, to go forth to the stars (rather than back to the caves) we need faith. Faith in us humans, that is. A.k.a. humanism.
