Moon Walk Anniversary

A person would just about be needing to be living in a hole not to know we have recently celebrated the 50th anniversary of the moon landing.  Unreal.  It only seems like 600 or so months.  Actually, that time has gone a little too quickly for my liking.
I do remember the moon landing was a big deal.  We were allowed to go home and watch it.  It sort of dragged on a bit.  As a kid, I had things to do and I did them, but I remember going inside and watching the stepping onto the moon and some other things.  I was right into it.  I cut out pictures and articles from the paper, and with the kid next door, did a whole book about the mission.
I read something I found interesting.  It was an ABC article about the Moon landing written by a Simon Smart.  Jim Irwin walked on the moon.  “Standing on the Moon and looking back at Earth, Irwin was able to close one eye, hold up his thumb and cover the entire planet — every mountain, every city, every person, every valley, every ocean.   All under his thumb.  Irwin said it made him feel terrifyingly small.”  Irwin then went on to claim that many of the astronauts involved in those early days of space walks and Moon visits embraced spirituality or religion. Some had existential crises and struggled to understand the meaning of their lives.  Gene Cernan the last person to walk on the moon summed it up beautifully when he described coming back to earth and it being “tough to find an encore.”
Just prior to walking on the moon Buzz Aldrin took communion.   Simon Smart said,  “It's a striking thing that in this moment of astonishing human achievement, perhaps the zenith of scientific endeavour to that point in time, a key player in the drama was reaching for something spiritual to make sense of the experience.”  “For those who had that experience in the '60s and '70s, almost without exception, it changed them irrevocably.”
I reckon he puts it best, “But we all have our moments of awe and wonder — the birth of a child, a sunrise that takes our breath away, a painting of unfathomable beauty, a moment in a musical concert that, without warning, brings us to tears.
And, when we do, it seems no amount of technological brilliance will ever fully explain or replace that feeling, nor the hunger for transcendence that haunts the human spirit, whether blasting into outer space, or tethered to more mundane, earthly existence.”
I think I endorse that.  Instinctively I reach out for more.