BEHEPA 14

Venus

Image of Venus from Venera 14 probe.

The title of this post is in Cyrillic, and any Russian speakers will tell you it says “Venera 14” (translates as Venus 14) , the Venus lander that took 4 months and 1 day to travel from Earth to Venus, where it landed on this day in 1982.

On the surface, in temperatures of 465 °C and crushed by 94 earth atmospheres of pressure the probe functioned for 57 minutes, relaying information back to an orbiting module.  It survived for 25 minutes longer than the design requirement.  On Venus that was considered a good day.  On Earth the team celebrated.

It took the Soviet Union 18 missions to Venus before they made a successful landing.  If the exploration of Venus has taught us anything it is to Fail well.  Every failure is another step to success.

To Failure; by Philip Larkin

You do not come dramatically, with dragons
that rear up with my life between their paws
and dash me butchered down beside the wagons,
the horses panicking; nor as a clause
clearly set out to warn what can be lost,
what out-of-pocket charges must be borne
expenses met; nor as a draughty ghost
that’s seen, some mornings, running down a lawn.

It is these sunless afternoons, I find
install you at my elbow like a bore
The chestnut trees are caked with silence. I’m
aware the days pass quicker than before,
smell staler too. And once they fall behind
they look like ruin. You have been here some time.

Success and Failure

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I don’t know what to say really.  Three minutes to the biggest battle of our professional lives all comes down to today.  Either we heal as a team or we are going to crumble.  Inch by inch, play by play, till we’re finished.

We are in hell right now, gentlemen believe me and we can stay here and get the shit kicked out of us or we can fight our way back into the light.  We can climb out of hell.  One inch, at a time.

Now I can’t do it for you. I’m too old. I look around and I see these young faces and I think, I mean, I made every wrong choice a middle aged man could make.  I uh…. I pissed away all my money believe it or not. I chased off anyone who has ever loved me. And lately, I can’t even stand the face I see in the mirror.

You know when you get old in life things get taken from you.  That’s, that’s part of life. But, you only learn that when you start losing stuff.  You find out that life is just a game of inches. So is football. Because in either game, life or football, the margin for error is so small.  I mean one half step too late or too early, you don’t quite make it. One half second too slow or too fast and you don’t quite catch it.  The inches we need are everywhere around us. They are in every break of the game, every minute, every second.

On this team, we fight for that inch. On this team, we tear ourselves, and everyone around us to pieces for that inch.  We CLAW with our finger nails for that inch. Cause we know when we add up all those inches that’s going to make the fucking difference between WINNING and LOSING between LIVING and DYING.

I’ll tell you this in any fight it is the guy who is willing to die who is going to win that inch. And I know if I am going to have any life anymore it is because I am still willing to fight, and die for that inch, because that is what LIVING is. The six inches in front of your face.

Now I can’t make you do it. You gotta look at the guy next to you. Look into his eyes. Now I think you are going to see a guy who will go that inch with you.  You are going to see a guy who will sacrifice himself for this team because he knows when it comes down to it, you are gonna do the same thing for him.

That’s a team, gentlemen and either we heal now, as a team, or we will die as individuals. That’s football guys. That’s all it is. Now, whattaya gonna do?

(Al Pacino’s motivational speech from “Any Given Sunday”)

 

You’ll Never Walk Alone:  (R. Rodgers – O. Hammerstein II

When you walk through the storm
Hold your head up high
And don’t be afraid of the dark
At the end of the storm
There’s a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of the lark

Walk on, through the wind
Walk on, through the rain
Though your dreams be tossed and blown
Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart
And you’ll never walk alone
You’ll never walk alone