I Guess We All Like To Be

Man Must Understand His Universe In Order To Understand His Destiny.

I Believe That The Good Lord Gave Us A Finite Number Of Heartbeats And I'm Damned If I'm Going To Use Up Mine Running Up And Down A Street.

The [moon] Surface Is Fine And Powdery. I Can Kick It Up Loosely With My Toe. It Does Adhere In Fine Layers Like Powdered Charcoal To The Sole And Sides Of My Boots. I Only Go In A Small Fraction Of An Inch, Maybe An Eighth Of An Inch, But I Can See The Footprints Of My Boots And The Treads In The Fine Sandy Particles.

It Suddenly Struck Me That That Tiny Pea, Pretty And Blue, Was The Earth. I Put Up My Thumb And Shut One Eye, And My Thumb Blotted Out The Planet Earth. I Didn't Feel Like A Giant. I Felt Very, Very Small.

The One Thing I Regret Was That My Work Required An Enormous Amount Of My Time, And A Lot Of Travel.