November 28th, 2011

It took a very long while. Thirteen years. It took a lot of people. Nine thousand or so. We had to travel a far way. From California to Florida. To wake up awfully early. Five a.m. We took a car, a plane and then a bus before we sat on the shore of Banana Creek in the drizzle of a gray dawn to watch the Mars Science Laboratory – NASA’s newest and largest rover – lift off from Cape Canaveral.

The rover will look for the smallest signs of life.

My husband had a role in its engineering for several years. I do not recall the stretch of time with particularity. In the heroic cause of ordinary life, the days do not shine with glory.

We sat in bleachers for two hours as the minutes and clouds passed. We chatted with our neighbors, compared stories of kids and colleges, and drank coffee and hot chocolate, our gaze focused lightly on the horizon, where a shiny sliver stood against all odds that time could yet stop, or the day turn disastrous.

As the count drew down, the flight director made one more audible poll of system flight controllers for a go/no-go call, a spoken ritual broadcast on loudspeaker. There was no no given. There was only go, and again, go, and again, go.

Go, and all accounted for, go.

Certain then that neither earth nor sky would intercede, we stood and crossed our hearts and sang an anthem, then heard one last benediction, one final decree, a dedication to all the men and women who had risen each day to this task, traversing their own long years and brave distance, in the split second before their work could be judged as success or failure, taking measure by each part, each step, allowing the greatness to be no greater than the small in each of us.

And I thought to myself: Could there ever be life more intelligent than this? The propulsion of human ignition, the momentum of life itself, the genius of the inevitable, irreversible, go.


  1. Tears!

    Comment by olderkirby — November 28, 2011 @ 5:03 am

  2. I love “we are go for launch” hopeful, happy words.

    Comment by Bobbi — November 28, 2011 @ 5:14 am

  3. There is poetry in motion.

    Comment by Kathryn — November 28, 2011 @ 2:11 pm

  4. How fortunate to live now, and to have launches go well! I may well smile a bit more as I read about news from Mars in my later years.

    Comment by Chris — November 28, 2011 @ 5:11 pm

  5. A hymn to our humanity. Moving in every way. Thank you.

    Comment by Katrina Kenison — November 29, 2011 @ 3:47 am

  6. Very nice. Thanks for sharing 🙂

    Comment by Paul Brennan — December 1, 2011 @ 4:22 am

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