"It was a moment that was depthless and inexpressible."

I've never heard that quote before, but if you were there, you may agree that it defines the feeling of those minutes on Christmas Eve 1968.
I was a little kid, lucky enough to have a 19” Zenith black & white “portable” tv in my bedroom. (No way I could pick it up)

I had grudging approval to stay up late and watch the Apollo 8 coverage, (As with All Manned Apollo missions) but I had to use the “earphone jack”, a little beige ear plug, with a wire, and an RCA jack, that looked just like a hearing aid.

The wire on the earphone wasn't long enough to reach my bed, so I stood in front of my dresser, (5-6 feet away) and looked up at the Zenith in full blown childhood awe.

It's funny, but when Frank Borman was reading Genesis, there were a few, very brief moments of dead air, that were incredibly dramatic to me for some reason. I was completely transfixed, and it felt like everyone else on Earth was too.