I have been looking at the pictures of the new American rocket that will take us to the moon, and wondering whether I would like to be a space tourist. If I had the limitless billions of a Russian oil magnet – if I had turned the Accies into European Champions – if I had built a hospital in honour of my Great Aunt – if my money had become as meaningless as chocolate buttons – would I turn my eyes to the heavens and turn over my hard extorted cash to float weightless above the world?
I think I would. Not for the existential experience of feeling lone in the heavens; not for the spiritual revelation of seeing how fragile our little blue planet looks out their in the vast blackness.
Not for these reasons, no. But to make you realise that I was richer and better than you. Which is the only purpose of wealth surely?
Nightcap
15 years ago
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