The Eagle Has Landed

Where ignorance lurks, so too do the frontiers of discovery and imagination.

Houston, Tranquillity Base here. The Eagle has landed.

The path of a cosmonaut is not an easy, triumphant march to glory. You have to get to know the meaning not just of joy but also of grief, before being allowed in the spacecraft cabin.

I believe every human has a finite number of heartbeats. I don’t intend to waste any of mine

Never in all their history have men been able truly to conceive of the world as one: a single sphere, a globe, having the qualities of a globe, a round earth in which all the directions eventually meet, in which there is no center because every point, or none, is center — an equal earth which all men occupy as equals. The airman’s earth, if free men make it, will be truly round: a globe in practice, not in theory.