Sometimes ya just knuckle down.
Sometimes ya scream, and that scream sounds just like an engine on overdrive.
Sometimes ya see things out there, in the gulf, where there's no stars to guide you home.
And sometimes, ya make it outta the blackness, alive.
They called me a hero, once.
I guess if you ride a rocket that makes you special?
Heros tend to die young though.
Just ask Tomlinson and Hayers what they seen in the void..then ask if they feel very heroic.
Yeah, you ask them that.
Ask them also what it feels like to be disemboweled by nameless horrors,
In places where starlight not only doesn't exist...
But CANNOT exist.
Ask Woodson what it felt like the second time he broke lightspeed.
Sure, you all know the story in Newsweek, when he became "First living being.." yada yadda yadda.
Bet you, if he can form anything other than screams, he'd tell you it doesn't feel very heroic.
He'd tell you it feels like death, only not so pleasent.
Yet we still travel out THERE.
Maybe we're suicidal?
Space is no place for monkeys just a few generations removed from the trees, let me tell you.
Earth may be dying..but at least it's an understandable death.
You have ta be there to understand.
I can't tell you, you who are bound by laws that don't shift,
You, secure in your gravity well and places of light and warmth.
It's cold, I can tell you that much.
And yet...
It has a beauty all it's own, N-Space does.
Yeah. So does a glacier. So does an A-bomb.
And yet.
Things move in that gulf, did I tell you that?
Lovecraft was a hack..but he was just right enough.
Oh dear God he was entirely too right.
Where the Hell IS this?
