I’m not a city boy, never have been and unless I get on the wrong side of some demonic force, I hope never to be. One of the unadulterated joys of living someone place you can see the sky is seeing the sky. Nature’s mobius-strip of light, and multidimensional map of the universe.
The moon has played a huge part in so many religions across human history. But how often can it be seen clearly?
When we do look, do wee see omens? Do we feel hope?
In the era leading to and immediately after Armstrong, Aldrin and Collins the moon seemed close, and many thought there’d be a thriving lunar colony today, and maybe humans on Mars.
Now it seems all the dreamers, and all the dreams have been locked away by the Veruca Salt’s and Delores Umbridges of the world. Where are the Willy Wonka’s and Don Quixotes, the ones who even in failure, pushed for happier people, broader horizons and a hope for not just the next quarter or fiscal year, but for their children and grandchildren?
So who’s going to have the next scientific breakthrough that makes the dreams of lunar life real? Will the next advance in science be something that just makes viewing the moon clearer and brighter daily, even in the cityscapes awash with light of their own? Perhaps it will be something that wipes the smog away?