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It's A Great Thing For A Man To Walk On The Moon. But It's A Greater Thing For God To Walk On The Earth.

The Eagle Has Landed.

The [moon] Surface Is Fine And Powdery. I Can Kick It Up Loosely With My Toe. It Does Adhere In Fine Layers Like Powdered Charcoal To The Sole And Sides Of My Boots. I Only Go In A Small Fraction Of An Inch, Maybe An Eighth Of An Inch, But I Can See The Footprints Of My Boots And The Treads In The Fine Sandy Particles.

Houston, Tranquillity Base Here. The Eagle Has Landed.

Ever Since I Was A Little Boy, I Dreamed I Would Do Something Important In Aviation.