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16<br />
The Way of the Explorer<br />
epiphany accompanied by exhilaration, an event I would later refer to in<br />
terms that could not be more foreign to my upbringing in west Texas, and<br />
later, New Mexico. From that moment on my life would take a radically<br />
different course.<br />
What I experienced during that three-day trip home was nothing short<br />
of an overwhelming sense of universal connectedness. I actually felt what<br />
has been described as an ecstasy of unity. It occurred to me that the molecules<br />
of my body and the molecules of the spacecraft itself were manufactured<br />
long ago in the furnace of one of the ancient stars that burned in<br />
the heavens about me. And there was the sense that our presence as space<br />
travelers, and the existence of the universe itself, was not accidental, but<br />
that there was an intelligent process at work. I perceived the universe as in<br />
some way conscious. The thought was so large it seemed at the time inexpressible,<br />
and to a large degree it still is. Perhaps all I have gained is a<br />
greater sense of understanding, and perhaps a more articulate means of<br />
expressing it. But even in the midst of epiphany I did not attach mystical or<br />
otherworldly origin to the phenomenon. Rather, I thought it curious and<br />
exciting that the brain could spontaneously reorganize information to produce<br />
such a fantastically strange experience.<br />
By the time the red-and-white parachutes blossomed in the life-giving<br />
atmosphere of Earth three days later and our capsule splashed into the<br />
ocean, my life’s direction was about to change. I didn’t know it then, but it<br />
was. What lay in store was an entirely different kind of journey, one that<br />
would occupy more than 40 years of my life. I have often likened that<br />
experience to a game of pick-up sticks: Within a few days my beliefs about<br />
life were thrown into the air and scattered about. It took me 20 years to<br />
pick up those sticks and make some kind of sense of it all, and I now believe<br />
I can describe it with an adequate degree of comprehensibility and scientific<br />
validity. I like to think that this book is the result of both journeys.<br />
Shortly after returning from the moon I was often invited to speak at<br />
various occasions. In lecture halls and auditoriums across the country two<br />
questions were inevitably asked. The first was, how do you go to the bathroom<br />
in space The second was, what did it feel like to walk on the moon<br />
The first was usually asked by children because they really wanted to know,<br />
and are less inhibited than adults. The second quickly became irritating<br />
simply because I didn’t know the answer. It was certainly a sensible question—<br />
I was an astronaut, after all, one of 12 men to have walked upon the surface<br />
of the moon. People would naturally want to know. But when I finally<br />
asked myself why the question was so bothersome, it occurred to me that<br />
there were emotional realms lodged deep in my own psyche that I hadn’t