Lunatic: noun [from Late Latin lunaticus, from Latin luna]

As you can imagine, I receive a lot of fan mail. And when I say "fan mail," I really mean "mail from crazy people." And when I say "crazy people," I obviously mean the tinfoil-hat-wearing kind of crazy. But "How do they find you, Intergalactic Federation King Almighty?" you ask. Well, sometimes I hand them my business card, as in the case of the gentleman at a trade show who told me a moment later (very conspiratorially) that the Moon was hollow, with aliens living inside. //I nodded thoughtfully, pondering how the Moon must be like a giant Kinder egg, with a toy surprise inside// Other times, they find me through pluck, luck, and strength of character, as with the person who saw my name in a magazine article, promptly called up the main Google hotline, and was transferred efficiently to my office by a very helpful and bubbly new receptionist. (Note to self: it was neither nice nor Googley of me to stuff her in a coat closet. I should really apologize for that. And let her out.) Well anyway, my point is that I actually love it when the lunatics write to me. Hey, you never know who's going to have the next big idea. They laughed at Galileo, right? But then POW! It turns out that Earth isn't the center of the universe after all. In your face, geocentrists! E pur si muove!

Of course some people might call us crazy- those of us who peer into the vast expanse of space and dream of an off-world human presence. And I'm sure there are at least one or two people out there who think this competition is completely bananas. Frankly, I don't care. In fact, I'll take it as a compliment. This competition is revolutionary. So here's to you, you lunatics! Let's wrestle an arm out of our straightjackets, and raise our sippy cups together in a toast. Ad luna!

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