Usually, this is an annual post I can kind of phone in. Naturally, the shootings last night upset that comforting assumption, as life has a disturbing tendency to do. Death stalks us at every moment, and tragedy is only a slip away. I will write about the horror of this day some other time. Not a very happy Moon Day, 2012. But Happy Moon Day, nonetheless…
Perhaps the finest moment in the life of our species. Forty-two years ago today, on a hot summer evening.
A species from this planet …
Landed on its moon.
And walked around.
And changed our fundamental understanding of the Universe.
Not many sentient species ever accomplish this feat.
A holy day, whether a holiday or not.
Happy Moon Day!
(This was as reprint of last year’s post, in lieu of my previous annual Moon Day post, “A Secret History of Neil Armstrong,” which is read virtually every day all around that blue marble we stared at from lunar orbit in 1968.)
A writer, published author, novelist, literary critic and political observer for a quarter of a quarter-century more than a quarter-century, Hart Williams has lived in the American West for his entire life. Having grown up in Wyoming, Kansas and New Mexico, an honorary Texan, Clown (ditto) and a veteran of Hollywood, Mr. Williams currently lives in Oregon, along with an astonishing amount of pollen. He has a lively blog His Vorpal Sword. This is cross-posted from his blog