There is too much to say, and my words too little for the passing of a man every inch a hero. Any science fiction fan should admire the first man to do what so many of us have so often dreamed, and left a footprint on a world beyond this world.
Let us keep his dream aloft. No man born after 1935 alive now on this world has set foot on any other. 43 years after he walked on the moon, we should have been erect his tomb and monument there, in the great gray silence.
The motion is seconded.
You want to honor the man? Erect his monument on Mars.
Hi, “runcible,”
The best way to honor Neil Armstrong would be for us to some of the things I listed in my other note.
Sean M. Brooks
I agree with what Mr. Wright said about Neil Armstrong. And I’m bitterly frustrated by how little has been done on developing the potentialities of space after 1973. By now, we should have had bases and colonies on the Moon, O’Neill habitats, bases and colonies on Mars, expeditions being sent to mine the asteroid belt, expeditions to explore the moons of Jupiter, etc. Perhaps even, just possibly, thinking of sending expeditions to the nearer stars.
Sean M. Brooks
One and two on-topic videos for your enjoyment on this solemn occasion.
When we erect his tomb there, may it not be a great gray silence any more.
One of Neil’s greater characteristics was his humilty about his greatest achievement. Whenever asked about being the first man on the moon, he would only say that it took ten years of training and the work of 400,000 people to make that moment possible, and change the subject. Such a man seems to be almost imaginary in an era where we have a great many people thumping their chests and boasting about lesser and lesser achievements.
‘Why don’t you give a little credit to Inga?’ inquired the goat. ‘If I remember aright, he did a little of the conquering himself.’
‘So he did,’ responded the King, ‘and that’s the reason I’m sounding our own praise, Bilbil. Those who do the least, often shout the loudest and so get the most glory. Inga did so much that there is danger of his becoming more important than we are, and so we’d best say nothing about him.’
—L. Frank Baum, Rinkitink in Oz
(EDIT: This was supposed to be a reply to bear545’s comment above.)