I know I've been posting almost nothing else but this for the last couple
of days, but dammit, the space program is *near* and *dear* to my heart.
I've been checking out a couple of blogs this morning and Melanie and Jennifer have entries that echo many of
my thoughts. Janis and Adele echo my
sentiments about the people who think we should scrap the space program.The more I think about it, the more angry and upset I am at the supposedly
enlightened response I got from fellow feminists with regards to recent
events. I just CANNOT understand anyone who cannot see the value of
continuing exploration into space. I am frustrated beyond belief at the
lack of knowledge of what has come out of the space program and the lack
of appreciation of it.
But then, I am the kind of person who wants so desperately to chase a
night-time thunderstorm till I can see it from a high vantage point and
actually witness red sprites and other recently discovered lightening
phenomenon. I'm the kind of person who gets goosebumps just hearing about
the discovery of the ceaolocanth, and who would DESPERATELY love to know
more about giant squids. I'd give anything to explore space or live aboard
the space station, and I miss science and research. I and my sweetie
stared in utter fascination at pictures of the sun recently, and I feel
privileged to live in this age, when the technology we've developed can
increase our understanding of the universe by leaps and bounds.
Those who say we should scrap the space program lack any real imagination,
and sense of awe or adventure in life. You can't convince me otherwise.