Jan 19, 2006 13:16
The moon is so scarred, so desolate, so monotonous, that I cannot recall its tortured surface without thinking of the infinite variety the delightful planet earth offers: misty waterfalls, pine forests, rose gardens, blues and greens and reds and whites that are missing entirely on the gray-tan moon…. I can now lift my mind out into space and look back at midget earth. I can see it hanging there, surrounded by blackness, turning slowly in the relentless sunlight….
….As we walk it’s surface it seems solid and substantial enough; almost infinite as it extends flatly in all directions. But from space there is no hint of ruggedness to it; smooth as a billiard ball, it seems delicately poised in it’s circular journey around the sun, and above all it seems fragile.