I have lived through the entire space age, from the day Yuri Gagarin became the first human in space in 1961 until the present day. I am being told, we are being told, that we are seeing history today as the the shuttle Atlantis docks at the space station for the last time.
What we are seeing is a retreat from history, a turning of our backs on the spirit of exploration that has driven the birth of our great civilizations from the beginning.
We no longer dream, we no longer dare. We might as well be quivering in mud huts.
In the grand expanse of the universe, the world where we dwell is small and probably insignificant. We have declared our intention to keep it that way.