TechNoir's Eulogy

I am home. I have been with friends all day. I am broken right now. I want to scream at the sky and watch the heavens fall. We tell ourselves that this will not happen again. never again will we loose our best and brightest. Since the dreams of childhood I dreamed i could soar with them. I dreamed seeing the naked and brightly shining dark. When i was young I imagined what it must have been like to watch the moon landing. I could almost run the take off in my mind. I cried the day chalenger exploded. It was as if the news I was watching told me god was dead. For surely in my world the astronaugts were my saints. They were our advocates in the heavens, our proxy to the stars. they went where we could not so we could see the glory of creation. Their chariot carried on a collumn of fire. Only they could touch the sky and hear they fall to earth. Not gods or giants, but men who were mortal.

Soon there was much wailing and nashing of teeth. Bright men went through the debry searching for a needle to blame in the haystack. Would be ameture comedians told morbid jokes to make themselves feel more secure. If you can joke about it then you can control some aspect of it.

And now this. Columbia was the first in heaven and now it has fallen. Cast out at last by heaven for our collective sin of curisoty. That most fatal of human sins that has cost us so many people over the years. And still we will seek it out. WE will strive to walk in heaven where we are unwanted and unwelcome. But today I look to our saints scattered on the wind and find I don not have tears. I feel as though I should wail but the sound will not come.

This just in, god died again today, we return you to your regularly scheduled programing