I take great comfort in the fact that the universe is mindbogglingly big and that I will one day die. It helps give me the necessary context to keep from taking the things we do too seriously. Amazingly, given the span of cosmic time scales compared to a human lifetime, and my complete irrelevance when set against the backdrop of the entirety of the universe, I still try to do the things I do the best I can, and try to do better today than I did yesterday. It seems important, somehow…so why not?
Time was that male athletes weren’t surrounded by entourages and they gave their autographs for free. Time was. One of the things I love about women’s sports is that time still is, as demonstrated by another article by the doesn’t-get-praised-enough Mechelle VoepelRead more...
I wonder who the first human will be to die in space, never to return to eir mother planet?
While space travelers have died, to this point all have returned their atoms to the world that bore them. Eventually a spaceship will be lost, a star voyager will float away, a suit will no longer sustain, or a lander on some foreign body will fail to ascend. At that point, we will have crossed the Rubicon and proved our commitment to the exploration of the Universe.
Pen. Ink. Fingers. Augh. Papertowel. Water. Soap. Blue. Write.
Talking to my brother about the 60s and early 70s: “I liked ‘then’ then. I like ‘then’ now. I’m probably going to like ‘then’ in the future.”