The Betrayal of Carl Sagan and the Rebirth of Cecil Rhodes

One of my heroes growing up was Carl Sagan. Like a lot of young boys it was, for a time, space and dinosaurs. I read New Scientist and books by Stephen Hawking, and it was the awe and optimism radiated by Hawking and Sagan, and the respect and admiration they had for the cosmos that drove my imagination.

The scale of space was staggering to me. The way we can only imagine through math what its distant frontiers would look like to our mortal eyes.

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