Life on Mars: Cultivating a Planet--and Ourselves
Mars is one of the brightest objects in the night sky. Its reddish color, now known to becaused by the prevalence of iron oxides in its soil, perhaps accounts for its identification bythe Greeks and Romans with the bloody god of war. Its astronomical symbol is the same asthe circle-and-arrow symbol of the male and of the metal iron. Like all planets--"wanderers"--it does not make an orderly circuit of Polaris, as do the fixed stars, but pursues an oddlooping trajectory through the sky, and waxes and wanes in brightness as it does so. Theorderly astronomical mind, intrigued by this irregularity in the orbits of planets, arrived aftersome ten thousand years of speculation at the present model of the solar system, whereinMars circles the Sun in the same plane as the Earth, but at about one-third again thedistance away (about 228 million kilometers). From Mars the sun would look about twothirds of the size it looks from here. Mars is smaller than the Earth, and its surfacegravitation is about three eighths of ours. Its year--the period in which it revolves about thesun--is about twice as long as that of the Earth, but the inclination of its poles is almostidentical to Earth's, and thus its seasonal variations are analogous: it has a spring, asummer, an autumn, and a winter. Its day--the period in which it spins on its own axis--isalmost exactly identical to Earth's.We have always projected upon the stars the images of our own archetypes: and Mars hasbeen a rich field for such imaginative colonization. Indeed, the twentieth century mythologyof the planet is perhaps richer than at any prior period. The eyes of the astronomers Lowelland Schiaparelli, straining against the distortion of the Earth's atmosphere as they peeredthrough their telescopes, interpreted the orange blur into a surface webbed with lines. Theplanet of canals they hypothesized became in turn the evocative basis of the Mars many of us grew up with: the Mars of the great deserts, the dying planet of Edgar Rice Burroughs andH. G. Wells, with its thin air, its ancient despairing civilizations eking out the last preciouswater from the melting poles, its envious glances at the blue water-planet between them andthe sun. In the extraordinary panic that followed Orson Welles' radio dramatization of
TheWar of the Worlds
Mars became the great American symbol of The Other--ancient where wewere young, in want where we were surrounded by natural fertility, subtle and incalculablewhere we were simple: like the Europeans, perhaps, or the orientals, or, in Burroughs'fantasy, like the North American Indians we had dispossessed and driven into the deserts.Nevertheless we yearned for there to be life on Mars, and the evidence for a while lookedgood: Mars clearly had an atmosphere, and weather, and changed color at different times of the year. For these and other reasons Mars became a major focus of NASA's planetaryexploration program, and their efforts were rewarded by the spectacular success of theMariner and Viking probes, which photographed, landed on, and sampled the Martiansurface. But the result was bitter disappointment; Mars was biologically dead, and ouralmost religious hope for a sister species in the depths of space was deferred. On the levelof cultural myth many people turned inward, back to the precious and beautiful island of theEarth and to the inner realm of personal experience, and abandoned the impulse of exploration. But that retreat also perhaps carried with it an ungenerous, timid and querulouselement, a miserly hoarding of the spirit, which has permeated our economy, our educationalsystem, and our arts. The Martians have perhaps done us more harm by their nonexistencethan by their imagined invasion of our world.But let us imagine another myth instead. In one of Ray Bradbury's stories an Earthly colonistof Mars takes his daughter down to the canal to show her a Martian. She is told to look intothe water, and there she sees her own reflection. Suppose
we
were the Martians? Supposewe could go there and make the place our own? "We" in this case cannot, we know now,mean just we human beings. If the ecology movement has taught us anything, it is that wecannot exist without a biosphere of other species about us--they
are
us, are our bodies. Sothe new myth of Mars must be that we will bring Mars to life, and garden it into a place
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