So Neil Armstrong died today. There will come a time, in the not so distant future, where no one alive on our planet will have ever made it out of low orbit. It will be as if we never went to the moon, because nobody who went there will be alive to talk about it. In a Biblical sense, this must be what it was like for the Jews after the death of Moses. There would be no more direct conversations with God, no more wrestling with him in the desert, nothing but lesser prophets and lesser miracles. Nothing but the old stories and a faint hope that one day someone else might touch heaven in a real and practical way.
I don’t know how much more hyperbolic I can be, but I want to make it clear that this should be a week long time of national mourning. One of our old gods has vanished, and we have none to take his place.
My heart, is broken.© Copyright John Hill, All rights Reserved. Written For: Awesometania