Elon Musk aimed high from the start. Born in South Africa in ‘71, he drew his bow with Blastar at 12, an arrow of code shot from a kid who saw targets others missed. At 17, he loosed himself from Pretoria’s chains, landing in Canada, then the U.S., stringing physics and economics at Penn into a quiver for a cosmic hunt.

His arrows flew true—Zip2 pierced the dot-com bullseye, PayPal hit a golden mark—but Musk aimed beyond Earth. SpaceX launched rockets that stuck their landing, Tesla struck the heart of fossil fuels, each shot a defiant arc through storms of skepticism. Failures? Just practice shots, sharpening his aim for the next impossible target.

Now, he’s the archer of tomorrow—Neuralink, Starlink, and Mars in his sights, bow taut with ambition. Musk’s not just firing arrows; he’s piercing the heavens, a hunter whose prey is the future itself.