On William Shatner’s Transformative Space Flight

One of the few positive things going on in the world right now.

In case you missed it, William Shatner aka Captain Kirk became the oldest human being to ever reach space today. His emotional talk afterwards is really worth watching (I found a link here on Rumble).

Shatner is an atheist or at least an animist1 from my understanding, but he clearly had some sort of, shall we say, spiritual experience during his trip up to space.

Just having stepped out of the capsule, Shatner was trying to relay what was clearly hard to say in words to Jeff Bezos about the mission. Nearby, the other astro-sightseers were having an outdoor party, hooting and hollering and dousing each other with champagne. It was a stark contrast to Shatner’s pensive mood, and Bezos couldn’t keep himself away from the other festivities.

As Bezos shut up Shatner mid-thought to grab a champagne bottle and spray it around awkwardly, leaving Shatner to wince off to the side, I literally exclaimed out loud (about Bezos), “What an asshole!”

I had been waiting with baited breath to see what Shatner had to say.

To be generous, Bezos was perhaps torn in not wanting to ignore his other guests, but this is a 90-year-old William Shatner we’re talking about!

Fortunately, Shatner clearly hasn’t lost his sharp mind with age and was able to pick up right where he left off once Bezos turned his attention back to him. I’m not sure if Bezos truly appreciated what Shatner had to say (perhaps he did), but it was profound. Life, death sort of stuff. The blue of the earth (life) and the utter blackness of space (death).

Immediately the Internet exploded with praises of Shatner’s insights and condemnations of Bezos’s clumsy handling of the champagne bottle.

I can’t do what Shatner said here justice; you’re better off watching the clip yourself. But I have somehow been kind of like a post-space-flight William Shatner all my life: standing off to the side, not really joining the party, and perhaps feeling like I’m spouting nonsense but desperately hoping someone will slow down and understand and get me.

I remember a time when I walked into a bar in Los Angeles. In it were all the friends and people I knew from the improv theater I had been at for years. They were all speaking to each other in an animated way. Before I sat down and joined them, for a moment I just looked at everyone. I felt like an alien, and then thought to myself, “I have nothing in common with these people.”

That wasn’t entirely true, but I felt disconnected and separate from them, though not necessarily in a bad way. It just seemed that everything they were chatting about...all the noise and excitement...it was just a lot of nothing.

I wonder if that’s a little bit like how Shatner felt today when people around him were wasting champagne and completely missing the entire point, the real point, of the space flight.

Oddly enough, I had to get some blood work done today, and I told the technician that “Captain Kirk” was just about to go up into space. The young black woman told me that her mom was a “huge Trekkie” and that she was named after Nichelle Nichols, who played Uhuru. While she wasn’t super excited about her name Nichelle for some reason (I think it is a beautiful name), she was looking forward to calling her mom to let her know Captain Kirk was going into space for real finally.

A random connection on a Star Trek day. Makes me wonder if we are all connected and there is a deeper meaning to it all, even if some of us are too busy partying to notice.


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