Going Deep

IN THE FUTURISTIC soon to arrive year of 2029, a mission to our nearest stellar nigibhbor, Alpha Centauri, will launch. I Don't think I'm imagining this. The mission will be unmanned. It had better be. When it will arrive at its destination I do not know, probably decades hence. Precisely what it will accomplish is yet another mystery. If nothing else, it will make our descendants feel good about us, themselves, and the human spirit of exploration, if they are alive to tell about it. Alpha Centauri is a three for the price of one star system, including Proxima Centauri, and one other small, insignificant star. All this will not feed starving children or produce whirled peas (world peace), but it'll give us something to do, effectively keeping us busy and off the streets, briefly. I can't recall whether this three star star system has planets, but surely the people who count can and do. If memory serves, they do know, and the star has planets. I won't be alive to witness this, nor will anybody alive today. It'll have to suffice for me to fantasize about it, wish it well, and let it prematurely inspire me. In 1996 we saw for the first time a planet orbiting a star other than the sun. Then, the new planets started rolling in. Before long there were four thousand. Now, who knows how many. "We" now discover them faster than we can catalog and name them with long numbers. Meanwhile, every few days if not hours a previously unknown planet, star, or galaxy is located by some astronomer. We are like small children, toddling around in our parent's backyard, everything new and different. Einstein said "I have no special talents, I am merely extremely curious." Most people roll their eyes at this apparent false modesty. I take him at his word. Einstein understood that we are all roughly of equal intelligence in the grand scheme of things. The word "genius"" becomes meaningless when one realizes that all human animals reside within a limited spectrum of talents, intelligence, and general capabilities. As individuals we are like ants and bees. No individual can survive, thrive, and intellectually shine without doing as Isaac Newton said he did; stand upon the shoulders of giants. As Goethe said: "It is comforting to know how little we need, and how much we need that little." Maybe we are alone in the entire universe in being "intelligent" beings, able with opposable thumbs and decently large brains to build and taylor our environment to our own needs. Then again, most, if not all animals on Earth can and do do this. Anthills and beehives are marvelous, intricate constructions. If a spaceship carrying highly advanced beings were to descend into Earth's atmosphere to observe us, or happen to be doing so right now, either from a vantage point in our solar system, or on the far side of the moon, would those inside it be able to discern that homo sapiens and not ants, bees, dolphins or whales are the dominant, most intelligent species on the planet? Or would they surmise otherwise, that indeed human primates are but one lifeform in a larger crowd of sentient, intelligent lifeforms? Whale and dolphins, after all, have larger brains than we. The true mark and proof or human "superior intelligence" might well be our ability to lift ourselves off of this planet, and to leave it. So far we have barely begun to do that, but we seem poised and on the brink of achieving precisely that. We who were born after World War Two and grew up waiting for Apollo Eleven to go to the moon were thrilled beyond measure when, on July 20, 1969, Armstrong messed up the first words ever spoken on another planetary body, and said "That's one small step for man", instead of "that's one small step for a (one) man", as he evidently intended. The fact that the first words spoken on a planetary body other the earth by a human primate were messed up somehow seems quaint and humorous now; it reminds us of our glaring imperfections. It is our imperfections which remind us of our fallibility, but also, of our vast potential for improvement and advancement. We chose to go to the moon. Now, we chose to go to the stars, represented by our machines. People may never make it into deep space, between the stars, unless they build huge city like starships intended to be occupied by generations of our kind. More likely we will send machines deep, just at almost certainly UFOs are occupied by metallic machines, rather than organic beings. But whatever it takes, our human ascent and outward reach beyond our home planet will be more than worth the effort; it will begin the process of confirming that we will have become more than citizens of Earth, but rather, citizens of the cosmos.