Planet Earth is blue and there’s nothing I can do.
52 years ago this month, David Bowie became Major Tom. He took his protein pills, put his helmet on, checked the ignition and made the grade. The papers wanted to know whose shirts he wore. Eventually, it was time to leave the capsule (he dared). He stepped through the door and floated in a most peculiar way. The stars look very different that day. He was siting in a tin can, far above the world.
Two weeks ago, Sir Richard Branson flew towards space aboard the Virgin Galactic (NYSE:SPCE) Unity spacecraft, a critical test flight before commercial operations can begin.
About a week later, Jeff Bezos blasted to the edge of space aboard Blue Origin’s New Shepard space capsule, later thanking Amazon employees and customers, “because you guys paid for all of this“. (I couldn’t stop laughing when I heard he had been saying this.)
Nobody knows exactly how much Branson’s or Bezos’ space trip cost. Most likely dozens of millions. Most definitely more than Bowie’s trip. Even though I am nearly sure that neither Branson nor Bezos ever got as high as Bowie did half a century before them.
For most people, any journey will do these days. It doesn’t have to be space travel.
Just to have a change. See other people and places. Taste different food. Smell a different country side, maybe the sea. Feel the wind in their hair and the sun on their skin. Spend time with family, make new friends, create new memories.
For the next three weeks, we’ll take time off together and we will do exactly this.
Commencing countdown, engines on.