Opinion Editor's note: "We lose what we love, inevitably, and the only way to avoid loss is to love no one and nothing, a cure far worse than the disease."
So, in November 2018, in an essay on these pages entitled "The gift of loss," wrote Michael Nesset, a regular contributor here for decades. Remembering his painful childhood mourning for a beloved grandfather, Nesset added: "Grandparents give us, among many other gifts, an early experience of death and grief. Their loss prepares us for the inevitable losses of grown-up life, for the sympathy and the compensations that make these losses bearable, and, eventually, for the loss of our own lives."
That inevitable loss came to Mike Nesset late last month. Today we salute his many gifts to Star Tribune readers by publishing one more, submitted some months ago. One suspects the author might appreciate the irony, on such an occasion, of its subject matter — humanity's immortal inability to foresee the future.
Nesset was not your standard-issue opinion page polemicist. More interested in exploring the meaning of life than the meaning of "critical race theory" or "high crimes and misdemeanors," he often had to be urged by his newspaper editors to include at least "a whiff of public affairs" in his memoirs of small town childhood, reflections on the pains and joys of parenthood and growing older, appreciations of literature and drama and recreational vehicle tourism, and much else he shared out of what his daughters say he confirmed as "a pretty good life."
What made his essays special was the craftsmanship of the longtime English professor's understated prose.
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Whenever I hear some pundit predicting what the world will be like in the mid-21st century, I think of Stanley Kubrick's science-fiction classic, "2001: A Space Odyssey."
Released two years before Apollo 11 landed human beings on the moon, this greatest of all science-fiction movies foresaw a space station run by Hilton Hotels and serviced by Pan Am shuttles; regular passenger flights to the moon with uniformed attendants; elaborate American and Soviet bases on the lunar surface; manned missions to Jupiter — all to be accomplished in the 30 years between the release of the movie and the end of the century.