On this day, in 1969, Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin walked on the moon.
I’m celebrating the occasion by watching a film called The Dish. It remains one of my favourite movies of all time. It was pitched as a comedy, though, and it never received the real recognition it deserved for the story it told.
It’s one of the greatest stories in the world, landing man on the moon. It’s about striving, and reaching out to capture the dream of something fantastical. It’s something that should be impossible, but through our blood and sweat, we make it possible. It is the naked spirit of humanity, burning at our brightest and best.
I never saw the moon landing, but when I watch The Dish, it shows me a shadow of what it was like. And it is wonderful; it is an inspiration. It is – it was – a dream made real. And people can lament that we’ve done little since, but they can never take the dream away from those who still look up to the stars and believe that humanity can become better than we are.
The Apollo 11 mission went to the moon because it was hard, because it could have been impossible. They showed us something beautiful and brilliant; our first venture out into the universe. And everyone who saw it became a part of it, and dreamed it with them.
One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind. For all mankind.