Crazy people have a bit of kid about them. It's possible, you see, not to be aware - if you're old enough, and selfish enough. It's the final nightmare when you wake from it and find that it still goes on. If you've got to break it to the world, tell them the bald truth. Sick people can take very strange fancies.
Rockets make holes in the skin of the world.
Out here, a million light-years from Earth, there's work to do. Old astronauts never die. We've got to express our views. We're men, not mechanical computors. Hardly even a whimper.