Our tribe is indigenous to
the third planet out
from a star called the Sun.
Our origins are not clear, but we do know this...
What humans call “night”
is what our planet calls “my shadow.”
We also know that
by this time tomorrow,
all of us will be
more than a million and a half miles
from where we are now,
thanks to our orbiting around our local star.
By this time a year from now,
we'll have completed a 600-million-mile orbit
around our local star and
we'll be back at the spot in our orbit
where we are now.
Best of all, every time you complete another orbit
you earn yourself a birthday party!
A note from our scribe, Harriet Witt:
What you see sprouting on this site is being fertilized by
the compost from the 2002 version of this site.
What ends up growing here is up to you and me
because it emerges from a question
in the core of our beings:
What does it mean that we’re passengers on
the only planet in the known universe
that supports our kind of life?
No academic discipline is wide or deep enough
to address this question, so it’s up to us
to weave the threads of our different perspectives
into the story that answers this.
While we don’t yet know how this story will go,
we do know many of the threads weaving it.
We also know that our loom is this:
If we derive our identities from actions that undermine
the well-being of our biosphere,
then our story will be about our extinction.
If we derive our identities from actions that support
our biosphere’s well-being,
then our story will be about our evolution.
Please do share your perspectives to help us write
the story you want your grandkids to read:
I apologize for any photos not adequately credited! Among the many images that aren’t mine are ones I’ve grabbed online over the years for my classes and for my volunteer work with the organic/regenerative Hawaii Farmers Union United. When I grabbed them, I had no idea I’d be using them again on a website, so I didn’t always make note of their sources. Since I can’t imagine conveying the message of the Passenger Planet Society without them, I hope you’ll let me know if you or someone you know deserves recognition for photos I’ve failed to credit. Harriet Witt