Friday, February 19, 2021

WOW!

It was a very long time ago when I wanted to grow up to be an astronaut. I wasn't alone-there was a whole generation of us who watched Jules Bergman, 'Science Reporter for ABC', bring us all the rocket launches from Cape Canaveral, later Cape Kennedy, dreaming of being John Glenn.

Our window on the world back then was about fifteen inches diagonal and almost always in black and white. It was our electric fire with a place of honor in the living room. We didn't know any better, or any other, and were happy with what we had. Now we have so much more but there's a hunger and an unease that never leaves us. 


It was a time when you had a transistor radio with a white six-foot earplug and if your mom wrote a note to the teacher, you might be able to take your radio to school and listen in to the launches, but you had to promise to be so much more well-behaved than was humanly possible, it was hardly worth it.

Still, we all sat up, in my case on the upstairs landing of the summer house, catching glimpses of the flickering images in the living room from the TV showing the world as we walked on the moon. And now we have this as of yesterday, that puts me back on those stairs, and it's nice to be numbed again by the majesty of achievement that we humans are capable of when we really and truly try.


We've made a mess of so many things as a species. We're the hit-and-run artists of the cosmos but when we do something gobsmacking and over the top, there's a nonchalant arrogance, or perhaps an arrogant nonchalance that makes me grin from ear to ear. It's hard to be humble, sometimes with good reason, like today.

"Round the decay/Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away."
-bill kenny

1 comment:

Adam Kenny said...

I enjoyed every second of watching the landing the other day, including everyone in Mission Control simply geeking out (and deservedly so) over their success!

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