And in the face of the tremendous panorama before him, he saw how small and insignificant his troubles and hatreds had been. It was accompanied by that numbing sense of disgust and shame which comes when men see themselves as they were. He had been a weak and inadequate human being—but there would be time to start correcting that now.
But greatest of all was that satisfying, thrilling feeling that this was the sight he’d wanted to see for thirty years, that this was what he’d set out to do with his life, and that what was past didn’t matter any more.
Bill O’Neil quietly pointed toward a pin point of light known to them both as Alpha Centauri.
Enright merely nodded. “Some day. But we’ve got to look around our own backyard first. And we’ve got some work to do, too. Right now, let’s go see those canals.”