From the papers of Doc E:
How gentle are rabbits and doves in the wild. When doves or rabbits are uncomfortably crowded together they are crueler to each other than the naturally more vicious carnivores such as lynxes, European wild cats, or wolves. They were not meant to be closely caged. They must be housed comfortably or allowed to live free.
The cruelest things that happen to humans are almost always perpetrated upon them by other people. As people are overcrowded, their needs, wants, and anxieties increase - this seems to turn them against one another.
The World is vast, but already for a few it is grossly overcrowded. The proportion of humanity for which the World feels - and indeed is - overcrowded increases as population pressure increases. The writer has worked to conserve wild lands and has worked extensively to protect endangered species of animals and plants.
The world I was born into was different. Herds of hundreds of thousands, even millions of creatures roamed about Africa, parts of Asia, and even South America Now they are all gone. Wild lands are conserved; but how empty I feel, for in these conserved lands it is illegal to gather fallen logs with which to build fires. Not many decades ago one could build camp-fires, and sleep on an aromatic bed-of-boughs.
This should not be done anymore. There are not enough balsam trees for campers to vandalize them by cutting a bed-of-boughs. The World is more crowded, and becoming ever more so. We must think more and more of each other, and those hereafter.
This is a call for action. This is a call to implement Robert Goddard's new frontier for mankind. We need the space, the freedom, the new lands, the possibilities of adventure, the resources.
Aesar is a torch. How I would love to carry it outward along mankind's first lap of our inevitable movement out to the stars.
Spheres along a keel
Crane Frame as a lander
Auxiliary Craft, Orbital Probes, Lander Rovers
Excerpt from an old letter written by Sean requesting that Doc E be invited as a speaker.
Doc E's travels and experience are of interest. He has traveled from Peking to England eight times, five times by the Trans-Siberian railway. He has four years of active combat duty in WW II. He has degrees in engineering, medicine, and law. He has experience as a geologist and mining engineer in Africa, Greenland, Asia, and Swedish Asian expeditions; taught physics and math; and done systems level work in many places and fields. He has war stories of great success, a lot of radar experience, and interesting tales of foreign lands. He has an excellent feel for history.From the Doc himself, printed on a dot-matrix printer, not dated:
I was born in Peking, China at a time just before the electrification of the city, and just before the introduction of the motor car, as we called it. Living there at that time was like living in the middle 1800's in the United States. The school teacher we had for kindergarten and first grade had spent most of her life in China and India. She was in her eighties. She in turn had been educated in the colonies, by a lady in her eighties. She totally ruled the attitudes of the school. What it conveyed to us was much of the attitude that prevailed in the late 1700's and early 1800's. She taught reading, writing, composition arithmetic strongly emphasizing mental computations, history, and geography with very strong emphasis upon navigation (of sailing ships), and astronomy. I loved the school, and today I treasure the attitudes as well as the thoroughly taught curriculum.
I can technologically see a little further into the immediate future than can the average scientist this 20th century. I thrill to the promise of the soon-coming age of interstellar flight. I find parallels in the pleasure and excitements I lived through in Europe, Asia, and even America with the coming of carriages with comfortable compartments and springs (in the USA a few people grasp what the connotation of "body by Fisher" means), who can remember running out into the street to see automobiles? Who remembers the beautiful musical drone of mail planes in the 1920's, and think trains only averaged 18 to perhaps 22 miles per hour in traversing the Trans Siberian system? Yet it was a perfectly wonderful, comfortable, clean and pleasant trip.
Very soon the nations with most advanced technologies, then moments later all nations of the Earth, will thunder outward into an endless, boundless new physical frontier.
A few among us today have met - and perhaps are of the breed with the far away "frontier look" in his eye. You can't fake it. You know it if you have seen it. It is a sort of longing for, and compulsion to go and see, what is over the horizon. Of course, the land over the horizon must be new and un-trodden by other men, at least for a long, long time. I lived on the last of the old frontiers. They were in Africa when there were still herds of tens of thousand of animals, and in Buffinland of the Canadian Arctics. I will in all likely-hood live to see mankind surge outward into the new physical frontier of interstellar space.
So many ask: "Can humans ever be expected to work together toward a common goal for generations?" What a silly question. We have always been doing just that. We plant forests, we build ever better roads, we build vast canal systems, universally we practice conservation of mining resources and proration of oils.
It has been wonderful living in the last days of the old technology when blacksmiths made horseshoes, when we saved nails so the the blacksmith could hammer them into a lump of iron and then into something like a horseshoe a hinge, or even kitchenware, if he felt artistic and had time. The strip mills of Saugus Iron Works have given birth to the rolling mills, and those precision machines, the drop forges. One of the most interesting things I saw as a child was a forge-master lace his gold watch upon the bed of a forge, then send the hammer thundering downward toward it. It would end up so close to the crystal face of his watch that you could not place a bit of cardboard between the watch and the drop hammer.
I want to see wagon trains departing from Earth, taking people to the stars. Hopefully, all people everywhere who so wish, will find this road open. Consider what has happened so very recently: carriages, railways, and then iron horses, motor cars, airplanes fleets of ocean liners now replaced by Boeing 747 and airbus fleets, supertankers of almost one million tons displacement ply the oceans of the world regularly. Space shuttles from the United States enter close Earth orbit, and in no time at all French, Japanese, Russian, and other shuttle fleets will follow.
There is talk of beam "weapons" positioned upon satellites to protect them. Please look at them again: look, think, and delight in the fact that these beams are what will propel men, women, and children out into the new frontier. It is exceedingly doubtful that there will be anything like a great nuclear war.
From the editor:
As Doc E's friend and colleague of many decades I am still impressed, and a bit awed by his accomplishments and intelligence. I cannot help but ask myself - why didn't we listen to him then? When it was still possible for our country to take a strong position in the space industry? When people were excited and dreamed about what space was like. When volunteers were numerous. What were we waiting for? His expertise would have guided us out to new worlds. He designed ships that could go. He wanted to go.
And even if it meant never knowing him myself, I would rather we had listened. There were others like him, and with their efforts this world would have been a different place. A better place. With neighbors in higher places.
We will continue to publish his writing, his work, his dreams; be inspired. Don't wait. Make 2013 a grand new beginning, or the start of a grand finale.