You Can Tell I'm Not Too Bashful

Mars Is There, Waiting To Be Reached.

What Are You Going To Do With Astronauts Who First Reach The Surface Of Mars And Then Turn Around And Rocket Back Home-ward? What Are They Going To Do, Write Their Memoirs? Would They Go Again? Having Them Repeat The Voyage, In My View, Is Dim-witted. Why Don't They Stay There On Mars?

Whenever I Gaze Up At The Moon, I Feel Like I'm On A Time Machine. I Am Back To That Precious Pinpoint Of Time, Standing On The Foreboding - Yet Beautiful - Sea Of Tranquility. I Could See Our Shining Blue Planet Earth Poised In The Darkness Of Space.

When We Get There, If We Don't Find Any Life On Mars, From That Point On There Will Be Life On Mars Because We'll Bring It There, Whether It's Germs And Leftover Urine Bags, Whatever It Is.

Most People Never Believed In The Real Possibility Of Going To The Moon, And Neither Did I Until I Was In My Twenties.