It's funny...I seem to be thinking about the moon a lot lately. For no good reason, last night while driving home I had this quote spring to mind: "O, swear not by the moon, the fickle moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circle orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable." (I'm not withholding juicy information here, I really don't know why I thought of this quote.) Perhaps I was having some sort of psychic episode, because...
|Neil Armstrong on the moon.|
The fact that we, as a species, successfully reached and walked upon the surface of the moon amazes me. However, the fact that we have not done so again since 1972 (that's 40 years, people -- 10 years longer than I've been alive) -- or, for that matter, done so anywhere else saddens me. "One small step for a man, one giant leap for a mankind." It was not meant to be our final leap. Yes, we've sent technology farther than the moon, but what happened to our inherent need for exploration? To find what lies "just around the river bend?" (Sorry, I couldn't help the Pocahontas quote, there!)
When I first read the news on my Facebook feed, I had another quote spring, unbidden, to mind. This one seems much more appropriate for the loss of a national hero -- and for the legacy left behind by him and his fellows.
"What will be the next thing that challenges us...? That makes us go farther and work harder? ... Surely we can do it again, as we did in the times when our eyes looked towards the heavens and, with outstretched fingers, we touched the face of God. Here's to absent friends and the ones that are here now. Cheers."