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The [moon] Surface Is Fine And Powdery. I Can Kick It Up Loosely With My Toe. It Does Adhere In Fine Layers Like Powdered Charcoal To The Sole And Sides Of My Boots. I Only Go In A Small Fraction Of An Inch, Maybe An Eighth Of An Inch, But I Can See The Footprints Of My Boots And The Treads In The Fine Sandy Particles.

He Did It Alone. We Had A Cast Of A Million.

Pilots Take No Special Joy In Walking: Pilots Like Flying.

No Matter When You Had Been To This Spot Before, A Thousand Years Ago Or A Hundred Thousand Years Ago, Or If You Came Back To It A Million Years From Now, You Would See Some Different Things Each Time, But The Scene Would Be Generally The Same.

Perhaps It Won't Matter, In The End, Which Country Is The Sower Of The Seed Of Exploration. The Importance Will Be In The Growth Of The New Plant Of Progress And In The Fruits It Will Bear. These Fruits Will Be A New Breed Of The Human Species, A Human With New Views, New Vigor, New Resiliency, And A New View Of The Human Purpose. The Plant: The Tree Of Human Destiny.