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Too Many Of Us Have Lost The Passion And Emotion Of The Remarkable Things We-ve Done In Space. Let Us Not Tear Up The Future, But Rather Again Heed The Creative Metaphors That Render Space Travel A Religious Experience. When The Blast Of A Rocket Launch Slams You Against The Wall And All The Rust Is Shaken Off Your Body, You Will Hear The Great Shout Of The Universe And The Joyful Crying Of People Who Have Been Changed By What They-ve Seen.

A Single Face Turned Upward Toward All Time One Flesh, One Ecstasy, One Peace.

Can't You Recognize The Human In The Inhuman?

But No Man's A Hero To Himself.

Thus Through Half-belief, We Are Often Doomed To Repeat That Very Past We Should Have Learned From.