Every child dreams of doing something great, something fantastical. Each one of us at one time stood and stared at the Moon, the Lady of the Night, and asked our parents if we could, someday, go there.  Each of our parents replied in turn according to their disposition.  In our case, they said, "Maybe.  Someday.  If you work really hard."

That someday is this day.

Team Phoenicia is undertaking a herculean venture of gloriously confounding proportions: we are entering the Google Lunar X Prize. To complete this profound endeavor, we will have to land a robot on the moon and take High Definition panoramic video of its 500m journey from its point of landing and transmit it back to Earth.  As if that were not enough, we have to take equally high quality images en route from the Earth to the Moon.

Ponder for a moment: this project culminates in lobbing the product of our efforts an insane amount of distance at the cost of head spinning amounts of money.  Yet at the end of that race there is glory, truly a glory that is as close to eternal as we can achieve in this life.  It is not the glory of Homer.  Or Caesar. It is nothing so merely transient as theirs.

Consider: whatever we place on the Moon will last.  It will last past the last breath of the last human likely to live upon this world.  Our rover, our robot, our creation will last millions, possibly billions of years upon the Moon. It may last until the moment when the Sun swells and engulfs the Inner Solar System and as a Red Giant incinerates the Earth and Moon. It will endure far, far longer than the congratulations of the press, our friends, and our families or the cursing of our competitors.

Or long past the days that those so transient Egyptian Pyramids have been blown away as dust.

That is a form of glory that is as nigh eternal as can be found in this life.

Join us as we seek that glory, as we reach for the Moon and leave our mark upon the universe.