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Wednesday, January 14, 2004

Seeking infinite horizons

I watched Bush's ho-hum delivery of NASA's new vision for manned space exploration today at a bar at O'Hare Airport. I agree we should continue human exploration of space, and the very conservative approach to budgeting (PDF file) resources over the next 15 years seems, at a glance, workable. Assuming the vision proceeds as described, I wonder how we, as a country, will be able to maintain a focus on probing far frontiers in light of the planet's pressing problems.

On the Airbus heading back to Baltimore, I admired my window seat view of the rising anti-solar arc of earth shadow from 27,000 feet. Somewhere not far into this growing band of night, wife was driving with baby to meet me at the airport, and that was a comforting thought. Blinking away my stare, I turned from the last bit of orange sunlight on the tip of the wing to an essay by Ray Bradbury in the current issue of Playboy (February 2004). Titled appropriately, "Destination Mars," here's a stirring snippet:

Late nights, haven't each and all of us thought to ourselves, How did we get here? Where did Earth come from, and how did the people on Earth arrive? We have thousands of religions with 10,000 answers and none of them completely agreeable.

Years ago I took an incredible light-year glance at the cosmos, wallowed in panic and shouted so I could hear over the din of facts from the farsighted astronomers.

"What if there never was a Big Bang?" I heard myself say."

"How's that again?" I gasped.

"What if there never was a Big Bang?" my demon muse replied. "What if the universe and all its galaxies and hot-fire suns and hot and cold planets were never born and simply always existed?"


"So is the Big Bang," said my demon muse quietly. "Look up: 10 billion light-years of stars. Look sideways, you'll see the same. How the hell do you find and detonate a Big Bang that immense?"

"You can't," I said.

"You said it," said my demon.

"You mean the universe has been here forever?"

"It's scary stuff. The universe has existed beyond time and eternity, waiting for the final thing."

"What final thing?"

"Us. It lacked one miraculous item. It was a cosmic theater but with 10 million times a million empty seats. The stars knew not themselves. The moons and planets were born deaf and blind, unhearing, unseeing, unfeeling. The great tomb yards of space were just that: gravestones with no names. The universe collected its genetic phlegm and at last coughed forth—"


"An audience. It needed to be seen, heard, sensed, touched. It needed to be recognized and applauded. We are that audience. We, you and I, have been birthed amid the blind, mute, soundless tombstones to stand upright in a rain of senseless light and shout against the dark. Religions? They're false. We are our own religions. We are our own gods. That's why it's up to us."

"So," I said, "that's what it's all about. Millions of watchful humans birthed as half-formed philosophers who have asked again and again, 'Why are we here? Why are we alive? To what mysterious purpose were we born? Give me a reason for life and living.' "

My muse replied, "What's the use of a universe unseen, a theater of empty worlds? We are here, hallelujah! And again wild hallelujahs to witness it all, to witness celebrate and explore."

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I've always been fascinated by the big bang theory and this intrigues me even more. Great post Mike. Give my best to Amy and Cianna.

Posted by: Jenny at Jan 16, 2004 11:28:10 AM