We’d probably have lost World War II if it had been fought under these kinds of constraints. And even if not, it would have taken longer, and cost many more lives.
Almost half a century after the first orbital launch by the Soviets, and in the wake of another failure of a supposedly “reliable” Russian launcher, Clark Lindsey has a brief, but appropriate rant about our national failure to develop reliable and low-cost access to space, a goal that NASA is not only doing very little about, but, by building yet another horrifically expensive throwaway, actually spending billions to delay.
Almost half a century after the first orbital launch by the Soviets, and in the wake of another failure of a supposedly “reliable” Russian launcher, Clark Lindsey has a brief, but appropriate rant about our national failure to develop reliable and low-cost access to space, a goal that NASA is not only doing very little about, but, by building yet another horrifically expensive throwaway, actually spending billions to delay.
Almost half a century after the first orbital launch by the Soviets, and in the wake of another failure of a supposedly “reliable” Russian launcher, Clark Lindsey has a brief, but appropriate rant about our national failure to develop reliable and low-cost access to space, a goal that NASA is not only doing very little about, but, by building yet another horrifically expensive throwaway, actually spending billions to delay.
I’m fearless, in this regard, having spent my entire life to date in that state:
Mother Theresa’s confessions (if such a word could be used lightly given the context) similarly affirm Theology, that the greatest fear, or perhaps the greatest threat posed to believers, isn’t death, or evil, or something else, but the absence of God.
And never having had any ambitions toward beatification, I’m not going to lose any sleep over it. There has obviously been a lot of intellectual energy, and even occasional rigor involved in analyzing these issues over the centuries, but to me, it always reads like a dispatch from an alien planet. I worry more about cancer, cardiac problems, and terrorists getting nukes myself. But then, theology was never my strong suit.
I’m fearless, in this regard, having spent my entire life to date in that state:
Mother Theresa’s confessions (if such a word could be used lightly given the context) similarly affirm Theology, that the greatest fear, or perhaps the greatest threat posed to believers, isn’t death, or evil, or something else, but the absence of God.
And never having had any ambitions toward beatification, I’m not going to lose any sleep over it. There has obviously been a lot of intellectual energy, and even occasional rigor involved in analyzing these issues over the centuries, but to me, it always reads like a dispatch from an alien planet. I worry more about cancer, cardiac problems, and terrorists getting nukes myself. But then, theology was never my strong suit.