"I looked down and I could see the hole that our spaceship had punched
in the thin, blue-tinged layer of oxygen around Earth. It was as if
there was a wake trailing behind where we had just been, and just as
soon as I’d noticed it, it disappeared.
I continued my self-guided tour and turned my head to face the other
direction, to stare into space. I love the mystery of the universe. I
love all the questions that have come to us over thousands of years of
exploration and hypotheses. Stars exploding years ago, their light
traveling to us years later; black holes absorbing energy; satellites
showing us entire galaxies in areas thought to be devoid of matter
entirely… all of that has thrilled me for years… but when I looked in
the opposite direction, into space, there was no mystery, no majestic
awe to behold . . . all I saw was death.
I saw a cold, dark, black emptiness. It was unlike any blackness you
can see or feel on Earth. It was deep, enveloping, all-encompassing. I
turned back toward the light of home. I could see the curvature of
Earth, the beige of the desert, the white of the clouds and the blue of
the sky. It was life. Nurturing, sustaining, life. Mother Earth. Gaia.
And I was leaving her.
Everything I had thought was wrong. Everything I had expected to see was wrong.
I had thought that going into space would be the ultimate catharsis of
that connection I had been looking for between all living things—that
being up there would be the next beautiful step to understanding the
harmony of the universe. In the film “Contact,” when Jodie Foster’s
character goes to space and looks out into the heavens, she lets out an
astonished whisper, “They should’ve sent a poet.” I had a different
experience, because I discovered that the beauty isn’t out there, it’s
down here, with all of us. Leaving that behind made my connection to our
tiny planet even more profound.
It was among the strongest feelings of grief I have ever encountered.
The contrast between the vicious coldness of space and the warm
nurturing of Earth below filled me with overwhelming sadness. Every day,
we are confronted with the knowledge of further destruction of Earth at
our hands: the extinction of animal species, of flora and fauna . . .
things that took five billion years to evolve, and suddenly we will
never see them again because of the interference of mankind. It filled
me with dread. My trip to space was supposed to be a celebration;
instead, it felt like a funeral.
I learned later that I was not alone in this feeling. It is called the
“Overview Effect” and is not uncommon among astronauts, including Yuri
Gagarin, Michael Collins, Sally Ride, and many others. Essentially, when
someone travels to space and views Earth from orbit, a sense of the
planet’s fragility takes hold in an ineffable, instinctive manner.
Author Frank White first coined the term in 1987: “There are no borders
or boundaries on our planet except those that we create in our minds or
through human behaviors. All the ideas and concepts that divide us when
we are on the surface begin to fade from orbit and the moon. The result
is a shift in worldview, and in identity.”
It can change the way we look at the planet but also other things like
countries, ethnicities, religions; it can prompt an instant reevaluation
of our shared harmony and a shift in focus to all the wonderful things
we have in common instead of what makes us different. It reinforced
tenfold my own view on the power of our beautiful, mysterious collective
human entanglement, and eventually, it returned a feeling of hope to my
heart. In this insignificance we share, we have one gift that other
species perhaps do not: we are aware—not only of our insignificance, but the grandeur around us that makes
us insignificant.
That allows us perhaps a chance to rededicate
ourselves to our planet, to each other, to life and love all around us.
If we seize that chance."
Not inluding Eastern Airlines, Pan Am, TWA ...Zichronom L'Vracha :-)
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