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January 14 - January 25, 2020
“We’re ten years away from landing on Mars. And regardless of what decade you ask me this, we’ll still be ten years away.”
do not let your perceptions of what other people think cloud your judgment.”
“The smart ones are the ones you never expect, they’re the ones still alive when everyone else is dead.”
It was an eight month trip and, with the way the planets orbited each other, a tight two year launch window.
“Ahh… yes, you need to ask me a direct question for a direct answer. Otherwise my responses may be as obtuse as the question is vague.”
The human mind was a fragile thing, kept in balance only by the company of others. We are social animals, we feel safe in the herd, and desire its acceptance. Alone, the human mind wanders with no clear purpose, nothing to keep it in balance.
Sometimes she would rise from her bed of straw and leaves and shake her fists at the heavens. She would rant and rage against her sense of insignificance and challenge the infinity of the void above her, like King Lear going mad on the mountain.
Maybe I truly have gone mad. Then a thought shook her to her very core. “How would I really know?”
tetchy,
We have to face this sometime, may as well be now.”
fractious,
“Life is politics, Mia. Anywhere you get more than two people together, there’s politics. It’s the consequence of being a species that can communicate.”
that’s the thing about politics. Either you’re playing the game, or it’s playing you.”
"Ah...you know what these things are like, Bret. Once the storm started to clear, everyone's mood changed. I think people started to see it all as a bad dream, something they wanted to forget.
