monolith
When you’ve been to the moon, you can’t come back to Earth and stand in line at Starbucks. You can’t order a coffee, and pay for it, and drink it beside someone in a Sarah Palin t-shirt sipping some healthy option of a latte and fiddling with his blackberry. The regression to mediocrity is stunning and sapping. You would die inside.
When Buzz Aldrin, second man to set foot on the moon, returned to Earth, he got depressed, divorced his wife, and became an alcoholic. For him, life did not restore that high that came with that first zero gravity step.
Nothing comes close. Normalcy is pathetic. Routine is rubbish. You always want more. You reach the moon, and you want to stay there, remove the oxygen mask, and die among the stars.
~ sean j
