Per Errationes Ad Astra - Ian Anderson

We thought it over for a century or two

Considered all in light of such short history

Would you let them loose upon the

Stars?

Bring their dark and murky

Waters to lap on pristine shores?

Fine in their own place and with

Their own destiny to follow

But — breeding like rabbits on other

Worlds and with other calmer spirits?

Per errationes ad astra?

Then dream, dream

On.

The dream is all.

All good sense gone

Neil, Buzz, and Michael, they made a

Team.

The right stuff in a can of spam

The brave adventure came to nought

Cruel economics had their say

A tiny bubble of pure white light from mighty

Engines roared on Pad 39A in the night

Orbiters and Soyuz towered on

Stacks of Lox and hydrogen

But what a little squib, a little

Firework in the cosmic crash of fiery

Fusion as far galaxies collide:

Drowned in the vastness of all we see

And, still, can only just imagine

Let’s not worry about the wandering

Man.

He’ll wander hither if he can

But his time may have already come.

And gone