My heart and prayers go out to those who had loved ones on downed Air France flight 447. Maybe it’s not too late to hope there are some survivors to be found?
And I leave you with this beautiful poem I remember hearing way back in the 1960s, in connection with our first space missions. I thought it appropriate.High Flight
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there, I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air Up, up the long, delirious burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace Where never lark, or ever eagle flew — And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
~~ John Gillespie Magee, Jr.