The same vibe I received as a child from The Martian Chronicles (Ray Bradbury 1950); futuristic horror combined with social drama, is what I felt when I saw the shattered helmet that lay in a farmers field. Another nudge from reality reminding me that we are living in the future. The shakey video footage of carnage was strangly reminiscent of 911. I can only imagine the horror of families waiting to see thier children or brothers, or sisters arrival from an ellite 16 day adventure into a world unknown to most but made familiar by the work and lives of those who dare to explore. No shuttle, in it's triumph of technology, just pieces, streaking silently through the sky. I saw a comment from a farmer on the local news "We lost one going up," he said "and now one coming down. But we won't quit." Those farmers have wisdom, not about html, and gadgets, but from years fo observation and from the time that comes from a simple life. His words were not at all poetic, or filled wiht eulogy, yet they were the most profound heard yet. A prayer for the familes and thier loss, and a sulute to the crew of STS 107 William McCool, Rick Husband, Michael Anderson, Kalpana Chawla, David Brown, Laurel Clark and Ilan Ramon. Thanks for a job well done.