I know I’m supposed to say something about this. About how important and momentous of an event this was in the course of human history. About how it showed our potential to use our great brains to do things better than think up new ways to kill each other. About how small, but how proud, it made us as a people and a species.

But, as I watch those two men, dancing across the screen like futuristic ghosts, their voices crackling with distant static, I can’t say any of that. All I can say is that we’ve squandered everything that was given to us in that moment, forty years ago.

And that just makes me sad.