Moments of Silence, Broken

Dirt is awesome. Hurting people is not awesome.

Dirt is awesome. Hurting people is not awesome. Let’s help each other through this.

Last night over dinner we argued about soil. Not argued so much as batted ideas around the way that scientists do. “That’s not soil – that’s bedrock.” One of us will say, “even ground-up, it’s not soil unless it can act as a nutrient source.” Someone else will say, “Is the sea floor soil? It provides nutrients for ocean life.” “That’s a sediment, not a soil, persay,” a third person will add. “Soils are a subset of sediments. As is muck,” will answer that question, while opening the floor to muck-raking of a whole different kind. Soil, radiation, lava flows, orbital trajectories – it’s what’s for dinner conversation. Lunchtime in the cafeteria at NASA or in the break room at Space Science Labs is very much the same.

Tonight, instead of feasting upon ideas, we asked our French crewmate, “Have you had heard from all your loved ones back home?”

“It’s night time there now,” he answered. “So probably in the morning.” Without another word, he turned a hard gaze to glowing the face of his laptop, willing it to fork over news about the attack in Nice.

The rest of us were silent, too. What is there to say in these moments? We cleaned up from dinner and went back to work. As I write this, two people are repairing the hab. One is doing a geology task, while another is trying to coax a computer into running some software it REALLY doesn’t want to run. The last of my crew is hoping that the people he knows are alive and unharmed. We are all terribly, terribly sad for his country and for the planet we call home.

One of the many great things about space is that taking life for granted becomes blessedly difficult. Every breath you take here is precious. Every morsel of food you get to consume is precious. Every person on your crew whether or not you happen to like them in that moment or in general is precious, because we all depend on each other to make it through this. The same is true on Earth. Only on Earth, our interdependence is obscenely easy to dismiss; to deny; to disregard to the point where revoking the right of other humans to breathe and eat and be there for those who depend upon them becomes a valid option. That is something we can’t be silent about, now or ever. So what do we say?

We could start with something like: Hurting people is not, has not ever been, and will never be acceptable.

It’s true, at least in principle. In practice, people get hurt accidentally. When that happens, we need to forgive ourselves and each other. So we specify:

Hurting people on purpose is not, has not ever been, and will never be acceptable.

This states the problem. Important people repeating this phrase over mass media would be a great step in getting all of society on the same page. We need to hear these words from our leaders and we need to say them to our kids, or co-workers, and our leaders: hurting people is not acceptable. We don’t condone it or wish to live in a world where injuring others is a way of life. Let’s go ahead and say it out-loud and often: hurting people is not acceptable. It may put a ding in the ratings of some of our more lurid reality TV shows, but let’s face it, that’s a good thing.

Even saying,”Hurting people is not acceptable,” to myself while alone on the ground floor of a dome on simulated Mars makes me feel better – makes me feel stronger and more capable of taking positive action towards a resolution of the problem. What’s the resolution of this problem? There are a million specific things that would help avoid situations like this: reductions in poverty; increases in regional stability; strong, non-radical leadership, and so on. Most of these are, if not complicated, certainly hard to come by.  The attainable, more general thing that we can all do is help each other through this. By this I mean everything. Life. The old man struggling to get his groceries home in 100-degree heat or 2-foot snowbanks. Help him through this. The neighbors setting up for a party that will probably keep you awake until 2 AM. Want the social capital to ask them to turn it down? Help them set it up and you’ll be that much closer. When I lived in South Central LA, I brought the nice Mexican family across the street some beer and never had to ask twice. The person stranded on the side of the road? Help her or him through this.

Is there a chance that any of these things could go horribly wrong? Sure there is. On the other hand, we don’t want to live in a world where we don’t help each other through this, so we have to try. It needn’t be something against your nature. Whatever your nature is, whoever you are, you struggle with life. If you look around for others who are similarly struggling, you will see them. Help them through this. At least make the offer. Do it for yourself as much as for them and for everyone else on the planet. Help us through this.

I’m going to have to keep saying this, because the silence is killing me. It’s killing us. In space, no one can hear you scream, or type. Fortunately, through the wonders of the Deep Space Network people can be read and heard no matter where they are in the solar system. So let’s hear it. Let’s say it. What don’t we do? Hurt people. What do we do? Help each other through this. Wherever we are, whatever we believe – if we believe this, everything really will be OK.

It’s remarkable, being human is. We have the way. All that’s needed is the will. The will to help each other through this and not hurt people. How do we find the will? Someone once wrote that all things began with a word. I can get behind that. Words are all I have at the moment, anyway. Words and the will to use them over and over until we will the words into a world we want to live in – one where hurting people is not acceptable.

So let’s help each other through this thing in Nice, and whatever comes tomorrow and the day after that. Let’s start our reports with, “Hurting people is not acceptable – and now, the news.” Let’s talk about the terrible, unending messes as if we have the power to end them – because we do and because anything, even fantasies of a better world, even muck, outshines silence and sorrow.

Dirt gives us a lot of stuff worth having.

Dirt, like helping people, gives us a world worth having.

 

 

5 thoughts on “Moments of Silence, Broken

  1. Of all the retrospective news articles and online responses written over the last few weeks/months/years, this one hits home the most. Where ‘home’ equals Earth and to a greater extent, current human existence. I am hopeful for life on Mars, if only to open ourselves up beyond our own self-created, myopic pettiness. The hope for something greater.

  2. Quality words Sheyna, thank you. I hope everything is well with Cyprien, his family and his friends back home. Found a Frost poem that made me think of you all. From one human through another to you.

    Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish,
    Kicking his way down through the air to the ground.
    So was I once myself a swinger of birches.
    And so I dream of going back to be.
    It’s when I’m weary of considerations,
    And life is too much like a pathless wood
    Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
    Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
    From a twig’s having lashed across it open.
    I’d like to get away from Earth awhile
    And then come back to it and begin over.
    May no fate willfully misunderstand me
    And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
    Not to return. Earth’s the right place for love:
    I don’t know where it’s likely to go better.
    I’d like to go by climbing a birch tree,
    And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
    Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
    But dipped its top and set me down again.
    That would be good both going and coming back.
    One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

  3. Powerfully written – as always. And a poignant blessing to all of us – as always. It occurrs to me that the remove that you and your crew have from the daily experiences on earth must give you a special perspective. Your reflection offer so much… Thank you – truly – for sharing!

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