I think we all toy with escapist fantasies. It makes us human. I sometimes long for the past. Maybe a week in prehistoric England. A month among the people of Machu Picchu.<quoted text>I was dreaming a dream about wormholes while watching Fringe last night.
My kingdom for a wormhole!
A wormhole trek sounds exciting but are there any guarantees that we can return home before supper? Within a month's time, I'd be longing for the green hills of the Blue Planet Earth.