What Goes Up Must Come Down and Surely Has a Point…?
So, that’s the end of the shuttle thing. Phew.
Maybe it would be different if I lives in the States, but from my perspective, my lasting images of the shuttle programme are the shuttle disasters when people were blown to smithereens for science.
All very well for JFK to come up with a national aim to inspire people, but when they got to the moon… it was a cold and lonely place, except for when it was a hot and lonely place.
We’ve littered space with debris, lost a good few probes on the way to Mars and spent a fortune.
And what for?
Well, I love the images sent back by Cassini – for example: NASA – Saturn Northern Storm in Infrared and Visible Light.
But that can’t be it. And we got the movie Apollo 13, which I enjoyed.
So I feel I am missing “the point” of space travel.
I keep thinking of Icarus and a very obscure Garth Hewitt song:
They’re flying tonight, fresh from outer space
There’s saliva on their lips, they’ve got madness on their face
The search it made them crazy, it finally drove them wild
Their eyes gleam with the fury, their sanity defiled:
They tried to touch the sun
They sought the Holy Grail
Icarus could have told them
Waxen wings will fail, they’ll always fail.
The Space Programme may well be hailed as a success, but I can’t see past the two disasters. But then I am risk averse. I assume those that went into the shuttles thought it would be worth it, even if it did end in disaster.
What have we gained, practically, from space exploration? I assume we have, and that I am just ignorant of the benefits.
If you know, let me know. Thanks.