Childhood Long Ended
Mar. 18th, 2008 06:33 pmI remember cool and distant words like the icy depth of space, but firing my imagination just the same, and now stilled is the pen of the man who hung satellites in place in our minds for the first time, who helped circle our sphere with a new electric fire, who stretched a black canvas and painted it in sparkles. Arthur C. Clarke is dead our future still lies in space.