Many advanced languages have multiple words all translating to “love” in English. Each different word for love, in those languages,  has a very specific meaning, indicating a type of love. Bizarrely, Enlish only has one word. English LOVE has to be thus, understood in context. On this 3- year round trip to Mars Romantic love is found between some individuals. That is beautiful. Even more beautiful, is the brotherly love that individuals found for each other. An excerpt of the book follows:      “We splashed down in Albermarle Sound, perfectly centered in between land to the East and land to the West. Hard and jarring does not begin to describe the feeling of impact. A giant spout of water splashed up and ascended twenty meters. I noticed water wash over all the crew cabin windows momentarily. I assumed we were under water for some moments.  Tyrone shouted. He always spoke loudly, with his very manly voice, “Whoah! I think I lost a tooth filling there.” He paused, then added, “Just Joking!”. Then Cecil spoke, with its metallic computer-generated voice with an Iowa accent, “Welcome to planet Earth.” “I love you Cecil,” shouted Tyrone. “We love you, Tyrone,” chorused a bunch of girls. I started to sob, just loud enough for the others to hear. A moment later everyone started sobbing softly, as if it was infectious. We all took off their helmets to be able to wipe their eyes and cheeks dry. I was

amazing to feel tears run to our chins, instead of floating off in the cabin, as it did in space. We rocked gently in the small water waves. We were home. We were home. We doffed our space suits; the first ones out helped the others, as it is usually a two-person job to put a space-suit on and take it off. It looked like a pajama party with everyone clothed in only their white long-sleeve space-suit undergarments. We hugged ravenously, in between sputtering words of amazement, disbelief, and also saying to everyone we hugged “I love you”. Cheeks were wet, shirts were wet. Chris opened the two highest crew-module hatches to outside, that were above water. In seconds people started to say. “I smell Earth.” “I can smell it.” “I smell Earth too.” It was emotional catharsis after surviving a 3- year trip to hell and back.  Upon water contact an inflatable pontoon popped out on each side of every module, to stabilize the pipe-like round spaceship cum boat. The rocket- space-ship floated in its length on the water surface. A weighted keel-fin extended itself downwards into the water, from the most central module of the rocket-ship. This augmented the effect of the pontoons in stabilizing the long floating spaceship. The Sun had set, and the early twilight sky was a rich, flawless color of azure blue. Marjena said, “I think I am in labor.”

Romance and Love

Many advanced languages have multiple words meaning “love” in english. Each different word for love, in those languages,  has a very specific meaning, indicating a type of love. Bizarrely, Enlish only has one word. English LOVE has to be thus, understood in context. On this 3-year round trip to Mars Romantic love is found between some individuals. That is beautiful. Even more beautiful, is the brotherly love that individuals found for each other. An excerpt of the book follows:  “We splashed down in Albermarle Sound, perfectly centered in between land to the East and land to the West. Hard and jarring does not begin to describe the feeling of impact. A giant spout of water splashed up and ascended twenty meters. I noticed water wash over all the crew cabin windows momentarily. I assumed we were under water for some moments.  Tyrone shouted. He always spoke loudly, with his very manly voice, “Whoah! I think I lost a tooth filling there.” He paused, then added, “Just Joking!”. Then Cecil spoke, with its metallic computer-generated voice with an Iowa accent, “Welcome to planet Earth.” “I love you Cecil,” shouted Tyrone. “We love you, Tyrone,” chorused a bunch of girls. I started to sob, just loud enough for the others to hear. A moment later started sobbing softly, as if it was infectious. We all took off their helmets to be able to wipe their eyes and cheeks dry. I was amazing to feel ran to our chins, instead of floating off in the cabin, as it did in space. We rocked gently in the small water waves.

We were home. We were home. We doffed our space suits; the first ones out helped others, as it is usually a two-person job to put one on and take it off. It looked like a pajama party with everyone clothed in only their white long sleeve space-suit undergarments. We hugged ravenously, said, “I love you,” in between words of amazement, disbelief, and also saying to everyone they hugged “I love you”. Cheeks were wet, shirts were wet. Chris opened the two highest crew-module hatches to outside, that were above water. In seconds people started to say. “I smell Earth.” “I can smell it.” “I smell Earth too.” It was emotional catharsis after surviving a 3-year trip to hell and back.  Upon water contact an inflatable pontoon popped out on each side of every module, to stabilize the pipe-like round spaceship cum boat. The rocket-space-ship floated in its length on the water surface. A weighted keel-fin extended itself downwards into the water, from the most central module of the rocket-ship. This augmented the effect of the pontoons in stabilizing the long floating spaceship. The Sun had set, and the early twilight sky was a rich, flawless color of azure blue. Marjena said, “I think I am in labor.”

Romance and Love