One i
first heard that someone has walk the moon, it was like someone went to a very
distance place for a walk. The immediate
reaction among people who understand immense step taken towards making history
was one of great wonder and amazement. But for an eminent writer or poet was the only one that lamented this
achievement. When asked why, he was desolate in his response -
‘The Moon
landing has destroyed the romance of poetry. The Moon in reference to all
future ethereal writing shall never be the same.’
He was
right in thinking so. The moon has always been symbolized as the very essence
of all romantic interlocution. The thought that this element of extreme
beauty - the moonlit night, the perfect moon like face, the romance of that ray
of moon light that would enter your space through the window, those millions of
lines written in its calm and peaceful presence, all suddenly seemed to
have been intruded by a stranger that inadvertently caused to pollute in a
sense, the soft purity of its physicality.
Science
and poetry have been interchangeable through centuries of their existence. The
latter engulfs us with all that is in the realm of a dreamlike fantasy ;
the former striking it all down with its technical, mathematical, calculated
reality !
The
conquest of and the ‘destroyer’ of the myth and theosophy, that
was synonymous with this planetary wonder, Astronaut Neil
Armstrong passed away today at the age of 82. Reports describe him as a brave
individual who loved adventure and loved piloting an aircraft. Soon after his
moon landing he became a recluse, reticent and withdrawn, and not comfortable
with all the attention of fame that came his way.
I guess
we can finally say “the eagle has landed”...
DiL
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