I was just watching the documentary “The worlds top five transporters” on Discovery Channel. And I was amazed (again) at what humans, or actually humanity, can achieve, has achieved. And also how small one human being is. And also how much has been achieved already even before I was born. And how much was achieved when I was a child, grew up.
And somehow I don’t feel part of it, don’t feel part of it anymore at least. And somehow I am thinking more and more about the poor people in the world, which may even be the majority. The people who will never really see the world, will never really experience all those marvels that have been created by human kind.
And I was thinking about the Apollo program, the moon program in the sixties in the US. As one of the worlds top five transporters in the program was the crawler. And about those Apollo rockets (or they are actually called Saturn I think), the largest rockets ever built if I remember correctly.
And again, I was thinking that indeed as humanity we are building an awful lot of things nowadays, computers and tablets and cell phones in mass production and even marvels as shown in those “Worlds top five” programs. But somehow I still believe we don’t do anything big anymore and I wrote about that before. And I guess I’ll be writing about it again. We don’t go to the moon anymore, and we’re not really planning to go to Mars, let alone to the stars, to other solar systems or galaxies. And isn’t that what humanity is about, going beyond anything, exploring everything, everything there is in the Universe? And we just don’t seem to do it anymore.
So where are the heroes making these big ideas, the really, really big ideas come true? Or should I be the one, could I be the one?
And yes, while writing this I know this post has two different, almost opposite views: the poor people not even enjoying the benefits of what humanity has achieved in practical things. And the things that go beyond everything and would cost an awful lot of money and effort, where that effort and money would not be available to bring joy to the poor people in this world.
But yes, in the end I believe it’s about the special, about the one thing that shouldn’t be done, that’s too expensive, too great, too big a dream too impractical.
But are those things, those dreams not what life is all about?