Watching Resilience liftoff last night on its way to the international space station made me feel like a kid again when the world was wide open and anything could happen at any time for anyone. I never became an astronaut though I hoped to as a child, while also dreaming of becoming a baseball player and the President (guess who ruined that gig).
I come back to the NASA channel often and won't mind if you pop over there right now. I can't help but believe we'd be better off if more cable systems across the country had it as part of their basic television package and if to make room they have to leave NewsMax or One America Network on the shelf, well, you can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs I guess.
If we as a species can do this on our way to space, we can do anything we set our minds to here on terra firma no matter how irreconcilable our differences appear to be. But don't get too cocky, and never lose sight of Shelley's words.
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
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