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  • A diffident, reclusive and reluctant hero.

    The best kind.

    Armstrong. A name of myth and might, of high flight. Indeed, this 1941 ballad to aviation couldn't be a more fitting epitaph for humanity's outermost explorer…

    Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
    And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
    Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
    of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
    You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
    High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
    I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
    My eager craft through footless halls of air....

    Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
    I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
    Where never lark, or even eagle flew —
    And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
    The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
    - Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.


    Photo: Official Statement on the passing of Neil Armstrong, from Buzz Aldrin's website
    Music: Pink Moon, covered by Beck
    Poem: High Flight, by John Gillespie Magee Jr.
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