My boyhood fantasy later translated itself into the study of astronomy and astrophysics, and there in lie the foundation of my eventual disillusionment. Our knowledge of the universe slowly grew up with us. We as children knew nothing of the Coronal Mass Ejection that passed closed to the Earth in between two Apollo missions. For that matter, neither did mission control nor even solar physicists of the day. It wasn't until Skylab that we began probing the secrets of our sun in any great depth.
Now, all grown up, I know of the dangers of things like CMEs and X-class flares to astronauts, especially those en route to another world. Having studied astrophysics, I now know the dangers of cosmic rays from distant supernovae to astronauts. Many astronauts have reported seeing tiny little flashes of light, even with their eyelids closed which we now know are cosmic rays passing through their brains, which on an extended trip to say someplace like Mars in the short-term could cause significant brain damage and in the long-term, life-threatening cancers.
And then there is the problem of the deleterious effects of zero-g on the human body during long-duration missions. Some have proposed having a spacecraft rotate while astronauts are en route to a place like Mars. But whether or not that is an adequate measure or not remains to be seen. And I think it's safe to say that we are a very long way off from the fantastical artificial gravity of Star Trek.
And even though I know that in time we will eventually tackle these problems, it's still not the same as when I was a wide-eyed boy. The bottom line is that the fantasy of what inspired me to learn the science has been ruined by the very science that was inspired by the fantasy in the first place. Through astrophysics I have learned the unsettling truth that we do not live in the universe of awe and wonder of my youth, but rather we live in a very violent and dangerous universe that is trying to kill us in a whole host of ways. This is my lamentation for the day. ;-)












Disillusionment is good in science. The history of science is a story of disillusionment compounded upon disillusionment. Disillusionment is scientific progress. It is maturation. I've lost a lot over the years to disillusionment, but it's all been paid for handsomely. In my experience, the reality has always been better than the myth.