It was probably many, many years ago that six billion people on Earth came together to discuss how to find a path to the moon. It was not easy to manage so many people doing the same thing simultaneously, and in the beginning, the religious leaders led the way. Whenever they came to a fork in the road, they would stop for days to consult the teachings or scriptures of Jesus Christ, Muhammad, or Siddhartha. Surprisingly, the three prophets were overwhelmingly in agreement about guiding people to the moon, although there were occasional disputes that turned out to be inconsequential misinterpretations. So the religious leaders led the crowd day after day, over mountains and hills, but the distance to the moon still seemed far. At this point, some voices of doubt slowly spread through the crowd, at first only as some wishy-washy ramblings after dinner, but once the seed of doubt was planted, it would take root like a weed and could never be eradicated. This doubt spread like a disease through the crowd, and finally, at a fork in the road, a political leader, whose name we later learned was Philip IV, came forward and insisted on making the opposite choice of the religious leaders. This was the first split in the crowd, and later, more and more political leaders came out against the religious leaders, arguing that they had done nothing to help man reach the moon and had wasted so many generations of people’s time. They decided to hold a general meeting when they came to a fork in the road and let the people discuss the choice. After one fork in the road after another, the people split into more than a hundred small groups, and they occasionally used torches and horns to communicate with each other so that after some of the crowd realized they were going the wrong way, they could still catch up by taking a shortcut. At times, these groups argued and even fought among themselves, but it was peaceful to reach the moon for the most part. However, the trouble for the political leaders was that people seemed to have difficulty getting a consensus. Sometimes they sit at the fork in the road for a week until the debating crowd is dry-mouthed and exhausted. Other times, the crowd chose never to reach a consensus. Hence, people decided to go off on different tangents based on their positions, sometimes on racial equality, sometimes on wealth disparity, and sometimes just on common themes, habits, aesthetics, or blood, and the divisions were bloody, often accompanied by arguments, curses, fights, and words like “never see each other again “never see each other again.” More and more groups split off, and the crowds grew smaller and smaller. Sometimes they walked on the vast plains at night, so quiet that only insects could be heard, and began to feel lonely before falling asleep with their companions, feeling something like a ship’s anchor hitting their chests. They, too, knew less and less of the others. But this is not the end, the fork in the road continues to appear, and eventually, the people in the small group gradually reveal their differences, and one by one, they say goodbye at the fork in the road, hug, and leave. On the way to the moon, we ended up alone. Fortunately, there was an engineer who invented a machine to make us copy and split so that we could split into two identical people at the fork in the road and move forward at the same time, just as the me who was eating was different from me who was taking a bath. The me who was sleeping was different from the me who was thinking. I, copying countless me, was exploring simultaneously, with different feelings, but also rational, silent, and fascinated by some beautiful mistakes. I often look at the moon, quietly panicking, thinking about how we should tell the next generation that this is our history and how I should answer when they take out the complete map of the world and ask curiously, “Dad, but there is no road to the moon on the map”. And I, remembering how I have experienced the division of the human race and even a few inventors who were obsessed with the idea of going to Mars, might say:
“But we really don’t know how big this map is.”
 Elon Musk (1950-), American entrepreneur. CEO of Tesla, SpaceX, and Neuralink.
 伊隆·马斯克，美国企业家，Tesla，SpaceX 和 Neuralink 创始人