christopher

Despite my "Better red than dead mentality", Regan and I had a relationship when I was little. No matter how fucked up my world was or how much people disliked him or me, we both saw the same beauty in the world, in the cosmos, and the overwhelming sense that the world would continue. It didn't matter if it was something that he invented or not, or caused or not. I felt like my world wasn't necessarily smaller, but I when I would walk to school in the morning after an event like Challenger knowing that he could see my small pain and grieve too. Maybe it's bullshit, but that's the way that I felt at that time. And I hope that he's all for the best.
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Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds,--and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless falls of air...
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, nor eer eagle flew--
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high, untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.