You know those guys that pay a kabillion dollars to go into space? I'm not saying that I (who have been reading SF since second grade) would ever turn down a deep space trip, but I think I'd rather spend my kabillion dollars on a custom mini-sub to explore the deep ocean. Here's why. (So what that I'm a bit claustrophobic.)
I'm trying to hold this video, my dreams of exploration, and the oil spill and it's accompanying "dispersal agents" in my mind and heart all at the same time. It is possible to grieve for a place you've never been.