Your body is a space suit; your mind is the universe; and you are a nomad. No hope of survival lies out of touch from your body’s biological airlock, but your mind is another story. The moment your brain bloomed its first coherent thought, aware, your mind broke free from its mechanisms, escaped a life of vehicular computation, and became you: an opened portal. You are a particle collider but made of thoughts and dreams; you are a deep space telescope that curves imagination into a lens, at will. You are a peculiar force of freedom calculating towards infinity, trying to find a limit as imagination multiplies. Home and world are packed into greymatter sacks, and your mind wanders, literally, through its self-created door: the glittering potential of being you. On your journeys, the less you carry insofar as facts, the better. Nomads make do in every circumstance imagined with few hard truths, improvising solutions anew as if creating its tools from loss and hope, vacuum and pressure. So you are free; you may go wherever your creativity conjures as no mission was ever issued alongside your life. Simply persist and make camp with meaning. Make meals with meaning. Make meaning from hardship, make meaning from triumph. Make meaning in any way you can, lest you grow weary of exploring the wild beauty of all you are, and close that door forever.