Eugene Cernan, the last man to walk on the moon, one belonging to that audacious generation which did all the right things for all the wrong reasons, died today.

Incidentally he was also the last man to not only see the dark side of the moon, but actually walk on it. One of the nine moon-riders, who should be celebrated in lore and song.

We are left with what the moon allows us to see and remain enchanted with that, the seen, the image everyone sees, content now to photograph it or gawk at its beauty.

We gave up the pursuit of the orb. It’s too expensive, there are better, saner things to do, there’s nothing there anyway which isn’t everywhere else. People died in pursuit of the moon, didn’t they?

Nothing is worth death and heartbreak. Not even glory. Not even moments where we feel bigger than we actually are.

We discovered sanity.

Let us put our resources where there are tangible rewards. Adventure is just a name for lack of planning, isn’t it?

No wonder the moon seems so far away.