Somehow we don’t know the name of the person who first identified that planets are different from stars. Somehow it wasn’t until 1837 until we were convinced that earth revolves around the sun.
Somehow the Voyager slowed down the rotation of Jupiter around the sun by 1 mm as it sling shotted towards Saturn.
Somehow the Voyager survived to explore Uranus and Neptune — even though it was never intended to — threading its way through Uranus’ hurdling moons with a probability equivalent to throwing a pen through the eye of a needle from 50 KM away or firing your rifle in DC and hitting a bulls eye in Dallas.
Somehow a tiny thrust of gas can turn a spacecraft traveling at 30,000 MPH just enough to capture and send 4 trillion images/data from 2.7 billion miles away.
Somehow the 1977 Voyager was considered an intelligent being able to rely on it’s own intelligence to manage simple and short term problems. Somehow it still needs engineers to solve more complex and long term challenges. Somehow its primary mission ended in 1989 and yet it’s now further from the Earth than Pluto is, “exploring the outermost edge of the Sun’s domain. And beyond.”
Somehow “nothing is guaranteed, but the mission is technically feasible.”
somehow there is beauty in the struggle.
Somehow several of our core team members might leave unexpectedly and we can still rally to reach our fellowship targets. Somehow we might get blocked out of a university due to security threats and 3 months later sign our first MOU with the same university.
Somehow everything feels like it’s falling apart before it comes together. Somehow if it was any easier it might not be worth doing.
Somehow everything initially seems impossible, and ultimately seems like it was inevitable.
Somehow every problem becomes insignificant on a long enough timeline. Somehow everything becomes dust on a long enough timeline.
Somehow you are here today. And so am I. And somehow that makes all the difference.