No Idea

So Spake Mo…

They had no idea what they were getting into.

Would an astronaut’s eyes work up in space or would the lack of gravity cause them to change shape, so that they could not see?

Would gravity affect his ability to breathe, even to swallow the food he needed to survive?

Could they keep a rocket together long enough to find out? They were replacing a warhead with a human payload on a freaking missile!

What would the surface of the moon be like?

One of the places the astronauts trained was the Craters of the Moon National Monument in Idaho. They learned to be the eyes and hands of the geologists back home, identifying volcanic rock and formations. But would the surface they reached be anything like that volcanic landscape?

In vastness and desolation, perhaps.

In volcanic formation, no.

Were the eyes a concern? No.

Breathing, eating? Not really.

Did they figure those human missiles out? Yes.

By the seats of their pants, by adapting the technology they were familiar with, by a vigorous outpouring of ingenuity and the determination not to be outdone.

They had no idea what they were getting into.

And yet they managed what man has dreamed since we first looked to the stars and thought to walk amongst those shining gods.

They had no idea what they were getting into, but they did it.

So Spake Me…

One of the reasons I’ve always found the story of humankind’s ascension into space so inspiring is the sheer impossibility of it. We should never have been able to make it happen. Where were the high speed computers, the advanced aeronautics, the streamlined and elegant technologies we so take for granted today?

But like so many other things in life, it is that overwhelming monument that cannot be conquered which finally inspires people to reach beyond themselves, to push each other past what they’ve always believed to be the limits of their bodies and minds. The highest mountain, the longest marathon, the greatest voyage.

So many of us stop with the I Don’t Knows. We look at that list of questions not as a checklist of activities to be undertaken on the path to Getting There, but as roadblocks, That Which Cannot Be Done. Problems which prevent us from even beginning.

When we begin, we never know what we are really getting into. Never. EVER. The simple trip from the family breakfast table to the front door: missing shoes, missing homework, dawdling kids, an emergency call from work.

Isn’t it a little strange that we expect any other undertaking in life to be any different?

They had no idea what they were getting into.

And neither will we, but it’ll be one hell of a ride.

**Astronaut photos courtesy of National Parks Service.