(Opinion) Imagine a celestial David having to muscle an asteroidal Goliath away from its path towards a catastrophic collision with earth.
While Hollywood has never been at a loss for Armageddon scenarios, none of them could touch what along with millions of other earthlings, I was treated to Monday night.
It was a rehearsal of what could justly be called the real space thing, the beginning of a new era.
To describe it as remarkable, watching the DART spacecraft get closer and closer and then crash at 14,000 miles per hour into a point seven million miles away, a . . .