I’m watching video from a time when we were capable of sending live television from the moon. We were capable of great things. How could we as a species do anything more enormous and impressive than convert weapons of extermination into vehicles of exploration?
Reach down into what makes me need to live another day. Tell me we will explore space again someday soon. Tell me we will be great again.
Losing my mom was difficult, but I’ll recover. Losing my space program makes me weep every time I think about what we gave up.