That thing inside Elon, that thing that whispered in his ear and pulled at his heart that drove him to build Tesla, SpaceX; those same exact neurons, or that karmic energy, or spirit, or demon; that insatiable lust and yearning, the ego and hubris to believe it could all even be possible; the fuck-all attitude which gave him the courage to try...

[The Greeks called it “Ate” (pronounced ay-tee) ~ the point between Hubris and Nemesis.]

The swirling vortex which is Elon had no choice but to strap his black cherry red Roadster onto the biggest rocket we’ve seen in a generation, and on its inaugural flight, send it to fucking Mars.

God speed Elon.