Connecting to Space
Color: deep blue, yellow
Theme: the exploration of space by humanity and its potential consequences
Foreword: Beyond the planet
An idea thousands of years old… From half-naked Neanderthals, fixing their bewildered gaze upon the incomprehensible dots in the night sky, to the utilization of outer space for technological benefit of humanity. From people glued to the earth with their low, grounded thoughts, to lonely revolutionaries whose breadth of mind expanded the horizon of global events… But selfless ingenuity gave way to pragmatism, and the path of cosmic evolution acquired a different vector. The madmen in power strive to spread their madness beyond the planet, while simultaneously pushing technological progress forward — the balance between harm and good remains an open question. New times, new priorities: what began to push humanity skyward was more the lust for conquest than the thirst for knowledge. One can only hope that after connecting to space, the Universe will not be hopelessly and irrevocably infected by humanity – beyond any possibility of healing…
Lyrics
It all started long ago,
When Earth was center of the show
Ancient eyes were raised on high,
First tries to think so wide.
Spark of doubt was cast around,
The brave heretic burns unbound.
Stubborn dogmas now must fade,
Their hollow walls can’t hold the blade
Heaven dims, connection breaks,
No gods rule what nature makes
Where we dwell is still unclear
Through the haze of faith and fear,
Reason’s light begins to steer,
Mankind enters a new frontier.
Rise by rockets from below
Ignite, prepare, go!
Heaven dims, connection fades
Radio transfixes shades
Cold conflict sped up progress
Vanity in cosmic scale
Pushes humans to prevail
Draws all mankind to obsess
Facing lifelessness, the worth of life emerges
Heaven dims, connections hold
Science reaches through the cold,
Still so much remains unclear
Focus on the goals to chase,
Purity defines the space, то
Not to master, but to peer.
Shall minds reach out to outer skies,
While inner meaning petrifies?
Will knowledge bloom through endless flight,
Before the home below burns bright?
Mixtories
The Earthlings soared upward and sealed themselves inside a metal nest. Only the hostile cold vacuum surrounds them now, and all that’s left is to hope the calculations are correct and the steel is strong enough… Or is it merely a dramatic dream, and the metal nest has not yet left the womb of the green planet?
