Fuck Space Travel

...and time travel too. You can't go where you already are. There are only two spaces and no time at all. Inside and outside surrounded by the same One Thing, this instant and always. So what the fuck, why explode? But really -- don't bring the suit deep underwater and you'll implode like a beercan underboot. Go way too high up without the suit and BLAMMO you explode from every inside, heart and all.

I watched the Space Age being born,
and I would like to participate!

--from the NASA job application of astronaut Sharon Christa Corrigan McAuliffe, of Lebanese origin through her father and first teacher in space. She died on the job in 1986. Dying along with her that day, former pilot from Isreal Ilan Ramon, who fought four years earlier in the 1982 war in Lebanon, and who incidentally bombed an Iraqi nuclear reactor in 1981. Yeah! Click the picture for more.

So the suit, then is the lie all around us.

You can't bring your true nature with you wrapped in tupper-wear where you truly don't belong. Travel to the stars? Fuck, I am a star! Sorry for the Profane. There's a real sad joke in the fact that all everyone remembers a girl named Ride. Sally at that.

1 comment:

Melak Ta'us said...

Poetry. Truly. I've missed your posts. Glad to see you again!