There is a danger sometimes when you get in to a heavy discussion with a few hard core individuals of thinking that there is a mass of deluded people out there who believe this nonsense, and that you are fighting a constant tide of surf borne scum threatening to wash away humanity's skills, knowledge and achievement.
However whilst in the confines of the debating room it appears noisy and vibrant, outside it is sleepy and no-one has noticed the hubbub. Rather than fighting a tide, we're wiping dirt off our shoe. You know, the kind that you occasionally tread in. It's a nuisance, it makes a stink, you really want to punch the person that left it there, but it isn't all that common.
I often wonder, as I'm poring over photographs trying to pick out a star, or a cloud, or a rock to prove a point that no-one outside this small circle is really bothered about, just why the hell am I doing this? Who cares?
And then I watch a film of a Saturn taking off, or a rover driving around, or see pictures of Hadley Rille or Taurus-Littrow, or hear "we're go on that alarm" and I am awestruck by it again.
I find the rock, or the star, or the cloud and I think "that is just amazing". And also "Go me!"
Especially when I find it first