But as I stood and watched, I began thinking what it would be like to be looking up at the sky and without warning, have a six-ton flaming school bus appear out of the night, zeroing in on our mostly finished garden. Somehow it seems a bit cavalier that NASA proclaims it's number one priority to be ...ahem..."safety." (cough,cough) And what would they be willing to do should the rogue space capsule descend directly onto my house? Or smash the garage? Or make beef BBQ out of Marigold?
It would seem that some revised opinions of the "limitless" and "vast" universe are in order here...Frankly, it seems to me we've gone from vast to crowded in three or four decades. And, don't you think we need some kind of astonomical janitor service?
Here's a graphic that shows the current distribution of all the space junk (and we're not just talking wrenches, here...) that's flying around up there. Overhead, as it were. This is SIZABLE junk. A six-TON school bus, to name just one object in that necklace of dots, that more resembles fur. In fact there was an article the other day I read someplace on the Internet, which was an admission that the amount of space junk was now a serious hazard. It's a worrisome topic with those planning future assaults on the upper atmostphere and above.
Personally, I know that if I'm outside on a clear night, not very many minutes go by without my being able to pick out many moving objects. Of course, I am not talking about airplanes (which also, BTW, are in much greater numbers in the night sky what with private corporate jets, military, commercial and helicopters). I'm talking about those itty-bitty moving lights waaaaaaaay up there. That's what the above graphic shows. If each one of those weighs at least even a ton, we are in deeeeeeep do-do.