Nothing celebrates human achievement like the conquest of space. Nothing.
Nothing shows man at his productive, achieving, rational best than sending several tons of high-tech materials and seven human beings up into space by means of a controlled explosion, and bringing it and they safely back down again.
To the Discovery team and the crew who returned successfully this morning, I salute you with a passage from Tennyson's tribute to the hero Ulysses.
TAGS Science, Poetry, Heroes
Come, my friends,
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in the old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal-temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.