When I was a teenager, I read a poem by Molana Rumi "Where did I come from, what was the purpose of my coming?" This question challenged me to create images in my mind for our first home Anywhere except earth, where gravity and time have no meaning Where we all sprouted individually but were actually one! A place where there was no need for soil to germinate We were not human and we were not animals! While we had both of them We were not God and we were not slaves! But we had both of them We are travelers!