In The New Yorker, Alan Burdick reflects on the newest names on our growing list of potentially habitably planets. “Sit with that for a moment. In the coming decades, we will discover exoplanets by the tens of thousands and will come to know them, from afar, in intimate detail. Yet the nearest one is an eighty-thousand-year drive away.” (That’s roughly as long as it took me to get to my SF office this morning.)