I feel my eyes may deceive me today
I see you, but I don't
What are you really
Will I ever know beyond what others tell me
Is that the only hope I have for most things I know
That others have known them first
Am I only the carrier pigeon of someone else's discoveries
If that is the case
Then I have no place to stand
No defence
No truth of my own
Maybe my only response this morning to this picture is poetry. I am excited at the prospect of the Artemis II mission. I was and infant and a toddler when humans were exploring the moon up close. But I keep my enthusiasm close to my heart. It is only a story I embrace in my limited understanding. I have not platform, no podium, no place to proclaim. I can only embrace what others have discovered as what might be.
If I lived in a world where everyone embraced the possibilities, it would be safe to share my enthusiasm. But not everyone embraces the possibility. So I get to stay in my own little corner of the Earth and maybe find one or two that also embrace the possibility and then we can share our excitement.
I have lost hope that humanity as a whole will ever understand a common "truth". There will always be discord in that which is.
I have a Robert G. Ingersoll quote in my quote book... but he talks about God, not the moon. But the same idea is there.
"Is there a God?
I do not know
Is man immortal?
I do not know
One thing I do know, and that is, that neither hope, nor fear, belief, nor denial, can change the fact. It is as it is, and it will be as it must be."
