As the minutes and seconds ticked down toward the launch of NASA’s Artemis II mission Wednesday evening, I felt unexpectedly emotional.
I wasn’t sure why I felt like crying. All I knew was that what I was watching was triggering the same sorts of feelings I used to have as a small child watching Apollo rockets launch missions which finally reached the moon.
And then it hit me.
As a child watching humans reach toward space, I was full of optimism about the future. We were breaking free of the confines of this planet. Humans were going to leave their known world — once again — and try to build something new elsewhere.
We were reaching for a new start. We were going to bring Star Trek to life.
And as I watched the countdown to the launch of Artemis II today — with tears in my eyes — I realized why it was so emotional to watch this.
All of my fears and frustrations and anger about our society today faded just slightly. I was emotional to feel just a tiny bit of the optimism and hope that I felt as a child.
Maybe — just maybe — we might still overcome the darkest parts of what we’re doing to ourselves. Maybe we could still overcome all the challenges we face.
Maybe I could feel hope again for the future of humanity.

I didn’t realize this until tonight, but I have been needing to cry
What is your measure of success? For me, meaning keeps changing
Aren’t libertarians the logical folks? So why are so many irrational now?
Is it persistence or stubbornness to keep chasing uncertain outcomes?
Trust and spontaneous order don’t require heavy hand of the state
Thugs attacking private property aren’t anarchists; they’re vandals
How do we often know things which we shouldn’t really know?
In a saner world, we would never hear a word about Jussie Smollett
There are three kinds of lonely — and I don’t know which this is