Kepler 452b has no nations and no imaginary borders. We’ve found no mass fictions, no shared belief systems, no indigenous to displace, no emissions to reduce, no plastic to clean up. No extinctions on our consciences. All its animals are safe from us. Where do we begin?

We stare at the dollars in our pockets; mere paper, here under the yellow sun of Kepler. This is a planet with no property.
And where there is no money and no carbon economy, no capitalism, no imperialist drive, where do we begin? How do we be without the usual constructs to support or resist?

We are all society makers; we are all aliens.
Some days we are the chaff; some days we are the wheat.
We, the people of Kepler, live by one question, a question we are constantly revisiting: of all our accumulated experiences and education, all our lessons learned, what do we bring with us to Kepler, to the future? What do we leave to the finality of the past?

We will find the words for the lives we want.
They live on our tongues and move through our bones.
Here, equality lives as a form of energy – glowing despite periods of darkness, assertive despite resistance, transformative despite attempts to contain it. Equality is everywhere in the space between us. Between people. Between people and all non-human life. This is cosmic equality which radiates through our actions and provides meaning to our lives.

United, we choose. This is collective individualism. This is life on Kepler 452b.

May our strengths nurture our weaknesses.
May our vulnerabilities be our guide.

The Citizens of Kepler 452b