I think I'm responding to something trollish, but why is the moon more sacred than any other spot? And c'mon, I've got more junk in my dad's barn than we left on that planetoid. The international convention on space makes it clear that we didn't claim the thing, and there was some deliberation behind the phrasing of "we came in peace for all mankind." Maybe impractical, but uselessness has often been seen as essential to true beauty. Both in its foolishness and its glory, the moon-landing was as quintessentially human a thing as was ever done. I think of this as I think of a cartoon printed when Voyager left the solar system. A kid is looking up at the stars with Uncle Sam and asks, "What was so special about Voyager?" and Sam answers: "It was ours; it wasn't built to kill anybody, and it worked."