Ray Bradbury. Mechanical happy land (№ 353075)

History always repeats itself. First flight introduces us to the true faith. First. Enough to stand here fifteen minutes or half an hour and look at the space, realizing that you're insignificant, like a fussy bird. Look at these fucking beautiful stars and catch myself on the fact that you fell on your knees and crying back. Abdominal fever, headache. And since you will always be meek and humble.