Patrick1000
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Supreme drama?
SUPREME DRAMA?
To fly to the the moon, to shake oneself free of these thoughts which trouble our lives, such unnecessary, meaningless and cumbersome weights, to be consumed within fear's fire, and then delivered from that fire by the wind of roaring hope and to be placed by such sweetly violent air upon the divine soil of one so ancient, one so wise, one so revered, one so holy and one so haunted, one so haunted by all that is sacred, this would be a moment of supreme drama, a moment of supreme knowing.
None of the astronauts had such an experience. Not a one. Listen to Alan Bean as he is supposed to be descending to the moon's surface in the LM. Listen to Armstrong, Collins, Aldrin, listen to them all. Look into their eyes. They have seen, felt and been nowhere special my friends, we all know this because quite simply we are who we are, and these are men who have never been close to, let alone walked upon, the surface of the moon. They are nervous men, very very very nervous men, every last one of them. Anxious yes, but these men have no fear of the profound. They have never seen her face. Supreme deceit? Yes, why this is the root of their anxiety. The supreme and frightening drama of unsettling such hallowed dust is an experience none of these men know. It is all too obvious my friends.
Gods' nipples, not the stupid press conference again. Why? Are we supposed to believe that you can magically read the minds of people on a video? That's what you're professing to do by invoking this information - you claim to be able to discern some kind of mood or motivation behind their demeanor.
I've said it before and I'll say it again. They were hung-over during the press conference. The end.
SUPREME DRAMA?
To fly to the the moon, to shake oneself free of these thoughts which trouble our lives, such unnecessary, meaningless and cumbersome weights, to be consumed within fear's fire, and then delivered from that fire by the wind of roaring hope and to be placed by such sweetly violent air upon the divine soil of one so ancient, one so wise, one so revered, one so holy and one so haunted, one so haunted by all that is sacred, this would be a moment of supreme drama, a moment of supreme knowing.
None of the astronauts had such an experience. Not a one. Listen to Alan Bean as he is supposed to be descending to the moon's surface in the LM. Listen to Armstrong, Collins, Aldrin, listen to them all. Look into their eyes. They have seen, felt and been nowhere special my friends, we all know this because quite simply we are who we are, and these are men who have never been close to, let alone walked upon, the surface of the moon. They are nervous men, very very very nervous men, every last one of them. Anxious yes, but these men have no fear of the profound. They have never seen her face. Supreme deceit? Yes, why this is the root of their anxiety. The supreme and frightening drama of unsettling such hallowed dust is an experience none of these men know. It is all too obvious my friends.
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