Endeavor successfully rode a plume of fire into a clear evening...or so we are told. I have a feeling though that the hopeful teacher and her accompaniment of fellow astronauts have plunged into a realm of disorientation and dementia. Their travels are all smoke and mirrors, a giant blanket tossed over a huge structure to simulate darkness and Christmas lights near the windows to make the stars shine. I don't mean to sound pessimistic. I am sure they are in space but what exactly is space or rather what is the space they are in? Those are the questions I must ask. And don't kid yourself bud, I'm not getting deep here. Don't pretend you just came in on a conversation half heard and claim you don't understand. You know exactly what I am talking about. You've known for a long time and I think it is time we all lived up to the truth of the matter. From the moment you are born you are in space. You got out of your spacecraft on day one and the space walk hasn't ended since. You're in free fall, weightless and floating. How high can you jump out here? Where is the nearest star? Why is my space station developing a leaky faucet? I think the solar shields need mowing again. Has the shuttle crew made dinner yet? I'm starving. I think I'll go to another universe.
Is this all too much for you? Where do you really think space begins and ends? It’s in your head and in your poop.
Don't deny it.
