Because it is empty, Mars acts for no one. Mars is beautiful for no one. Thus, it acts only for itself, by itself, as itself. It is the perfection of authenticity.
But now we put a rover. Curiosity, we call it. We give Martian places Earthly names. We analyze these places and put them into our categories of knowing. When we do that we force it to be for us. Our relationality with Mars forces Mars into a state of inauthenticity. If Sartre is right that “hell is other people” then we have moved Mars from heaven to hell.
It is not ours. We should not force ourselves on it. It is for itself, not for us.
The sheer audacity!
We have destroyed perfection with audacious arrogance.