I am a product of the "moon generation." My team at grade school gym class was named after Buzz Aldrin. I knew by heart every episode of "Lost in Space," including such "isms" as: Danger, Will Robinson!, and I had an eerie familiarity with concepts such as matter and anti-matter, positive and negative universes, and spaceships like the Jupiter 2 that looked like the tops of Chinese food serving dishes and suffered endless atrocities like deteriorating forcefields and overly possessive space plants.
And who can forget "Star Trek," with its own indelible lexicon of Klingons and Volcan death grips and dilithium crystals and warp factors? Every episode introduction was and is a reminder that space is the final frontier, and that there is a calling to go where no man/woman has gone before, and seek out new....you know what's next.
Forty years from now, we may have space stations throughout the galaxy, or we may be getting our groceries on Jupiter and going to classes on Mars. But we will still do the Time Warp again. We may look back at the space shuttle voyages and a thousand other scientific breakthoughs, and think they were a walk in the park -- I mean --on the moon. It's the inherent irony of rocket science.