Looking Outward

(Picture from here.)

I was reading one of the blogs I follow and there was some curmugeonly complaining about the Curiosity and the Mars Science Laboratory. After all, haven’t we done a Mars rover?

This was a blog I liked and I was surprised to read this. After all, if this was coming from a bright, sophisticated individual. A Ph.D. If this was the thoughts from someone that bright, what might someone less sophisticated, less bright, think? We’re living in the greatest explosion of human knowledge in the complete history of man. We are exploring human capabilities that no one could have conceived of a hundred years ago. Curiosity encapsulates both of these. If it can’t capture the imagination of the bright and gifted what hope do we have?

Science is, at its very heart, optimistic. It says that risks has rewards. It says that knowledge is attainable. Fundamentally, it says that there is nothing that can be known that is not knowable. The limits imposed on us are the same limits imposed on anything else in the universe.

This is what attracted me to both science and science fiction: the excitement of watching the unknown crystallizing into known.

Maybe we’ve become scared in the last few decades. Too paranoid and selfish to look up for more than a few seconds.

Both Voyagers were expected to have no more than a two year lifespan. Yet the engineers who worked on them didn’t plan for those two years. They put everything they had into it and that two years is, as of 2012, are thirty-five years and counting. The spacecraft are expected to finally die in 2025 and move away from earth silent and dark. But with a spark of hope attached in the golden record: a tiny relic of who we are that will undoubtedly outlive us.

If we were to build the Voyagers now would we have had the audacity and hope to make that record and attach it? Would we even think of it?

In the last few years of the space program we’ve seen great things: four Mars rovers, two Mars orbiters,  Cassini at Saturn, the New Horizons on its way to Pluto. We’ve touched asteroids and comets and brought bits of them home. We’ve found thousands of possible planet candidates and hundreds of actual planets. We have actually seen a planet orbiting another star and looked back in time towards the moment of creation. All of this is available on our cell phones.

What does it say about us that a hairless ape of moderate wisdom can do such things? And what does it say about us if we turn away from them?

I am reminded of the Kennedy Moon Speech:

There is no strife, no prejudice, no national conflict in outer space as yet. Its hazards are hostile to us all. Its conquest deserves the best of all mankind, and its opportunity for peaceful cooperation many never come again.

and later

We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard, because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills, because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unwilling to postpone, and one which we intend to win, and the others, too.

We are about to witness Voyager 1 entering interstellar space. Voyager 2 is not far behind.

I think it would be a terrible shame if they are the only such emissaries we ever send.





Looking Outward — 4 Comments

  1. Amen.

    I remember when the first Apollo-Soyuz mission took place, back when the Cold War was still set to COLD, reading a piece about the mission plans, and bursting into tears because one of the defining background noises of my life was not being carried into space. It seemed to suggest that humanity could find a way forward that transcended ideology. (Okay. I was very young, and easily moved. Still.)

    I’ve always felt–on a level that perhaps other people fill with religious awe–that space exploration is absolutely necessary.

  2. Does anyone else remember a grade school class mom bringing a television into the school room, where we’d gather and anxiously count down 10-9-8… and then cheer and applaud when lift off succeeded? We’d slap each other’s backs, we’d cry, or just stand back and stare in awe as the Saturn 5 would go higher and higher and the image got smaller and smaller and we all wished we were in that tiny capsule. Not too long after Star Trek became a small cult, and then a national movement and is now part of the cultural lexicon. And the first Star Trek movie involved Voyager. One entire series was called Voyager.

    I haven’t seen that kind of excitement again until Curiosity. I’m ready for more. Let us not fall away from the future because of a few loud voices that deny there is a future let alone one in space… the final frontier.