We might survive as brothers or perish here as fools-go place your bets
Yeah, go place your bets. A friend of mine from college who is teaching now let me log into his last lecture of the semester yesterday. He had called me to make sure I was ok during the covid crisis and having not seen each other in a couple of years we spent a long time on the phone. (I should have called him-but I'm a bad friend) He teaches an environmental policy class and when I asked what he was teaching he gave me a little run down and said the class was being taught on Zoom and I could just log on and watch the last class if I wanted and he would send me the link. I didn't have anything else to do on a Friday morning so I did.
He started the lecture with the above-quoted lyrics from 1 Giant Leap's song "Braided Hair" superimposed over a picture of the Earth from space and ended it with the quote below from astronaut Edgar Mitchell over the same picture. In between was a mixture of warning and encouragement and a review of all the challenges the world is facing they must have covered over the last couple of months. He summed up with an admonition to never lose hope and that the students in the class had an obligation to go out and make a positive difference in the world. I don't know what the other 14 weeks or so were like and I don't know what this would have sounded like to me at 19 or 20 but it sounded pretty good to me at 58. I think they are all important sentiments to keep in mind during these troubled times.
You develop an instant global consciousness, a people orientation, an intense dissatisfaction with the state of the world, and a compulsion to do something about it. From out there on the moon, international politics look so petty. You want to grab a politician by the scruff of the neck and drag him a quarter of a million miles out and say, Look at that, you son of a bitch.
― Edgar Mitchell