As for the OP: this is worth the read.
...It’s saying that we’re going to the moon because it’s very hard to go to the moon, and, well, we really want to see if we can pull it off.
This is such a beautiful, irrational, wonderful human trait, this desire to do and create glorious and technically useless things and acts. This desire is the foundation of all art, from the most numinous Rothko to the shiniest Koons. It’s music and comedy and jelly beans that taste like chili and daredevils in star-spangled helmets attempting to jump ravines on motorcycles. It’s everything that on paper contributes nothing to the actual business of living but at the same time makes bothering to keep living worth anything at all.
That last bit is sorely lacking. Our greatest ambitions now are prosaic and dull, and there seems to be so little to look forward to. We settle for shit because some flavors of shit are slightly less nasty than other flavors, and we despair of ever again tasting wonder and triumph. That is our undoing.