Some dozens of thousands years ago,
a Neanderthal, sat at the door of his cave, looking & admiring the
full moon, deep in thought but not even knowing what he wanted to
know.
Just a couple of millennium ago,
the editor of some sacred text lifted his feather pen from the
manuscript to dip it in the ink and thought for some seconds. The last
words he was looking at were: '... and our faith will persist right
through time until ...' He was searching for a phrase, infinite and
indisputable when, over the horizon of the desert shone an enormous,
perfectly round disc lighting up everything the eye could see and
beyond. The face of the editor lit up too. Satisfied with his own
ingenuity, he wrote: '... until the man set foot on the Moon.'
A little more than a century ago,
the great Julio Verne already knew enough physics to send a man to the
moon. In his celebrated novel everything was well calculated to reach
it, with a forceful impetus enabling a capsule with the capability of
speed of 11.2 kilometre per second. It only needed some technology,
enough budget, and the audacity and national prestige to triumph.
So came the day when Neil Armstrong set foot on the Moon;
the light took barely a second to reach the moon from earth. The
question now is: Is it worthwhile the conquering of the Space?
