I am devastated by the loss of the first human being to step onto the face of another world.
Thank you so much, Neil Armstrong.
When I was a boy, there was a light in the sky. Pearly white, the apparent size of a coin, claimed to be made of green cheese.
The world's most brilliant minds envisioned unforgiving stone surfaces and jagged mountains like vicious shark's teeth trying futilely to savage the heavens.
But one day in July, a man swaddled in a comical, padded suit swayed slowly down a ladder, and hopped onto a soft land of grey dust and gently rolling hills. He was brilliant, courageous, skillful, and above all humble, carrying naturally the mantle of his achievement.
As he shuffled about, transmitted in ghostly gray images to televisions around the world, through gray dust againts grey mountains, he transformed a light in our sky into a _place._ Hills and dales and meadows of soft gray dust, where, if you wore that silly padded suit and golden- faced helmet, you could hop across the landscape like a kangaroo.
"God," the saying goes, "isn't making any more real estate." But with one small step, one giant leap, Neil Armstrong did. He transformed a light in the sky into a place.
Thank you Neil. You went in peace, for all mankind. I'll miss you.