By: G.J. Fortier
“All things are wearisome, more than one can say. The eye never has enough of seeing, nor the ear its fill of hearing. What has been will be again; there is nothing new under the sun. Is there anything of which one can say, ‘Look! This is something new’? It was already here, long ago; it was here before our time.” Ecclesiastes 1:8-10 (NIV)
One of my earliest memories is from a time when my family lived in Winter Park, Florida. I was young enough to remember being taken from my crib, probably by my sister, Geraldine, in the darkness of a summer’s night. The house was literally shaking, but I sensed no fear from my older siblings or parents as we joined them in the backyard. All eyes were turned skyward as a thunderous roar filled our ears. I remember that the darkness was lanced by a bright white plume of fire as it propelled what was either one of the last Gemini, or first of the Apollo rockets as it pierced the clouds on its way to the vast nothingness that was space. Politics notwithstanding, it was just one more of the small steps that humanity took in its quest for one of mankind’s greatest achievements, “our” journey to the moon.
But I wasn’t hooked yet.