What Brought About All Our Doubts?

When we shutter the windows and a force nine Beaufort gale picks up and we all wonder what we're all hiding from. And a harvest moon turns red to gold and then we all wonder what brought about all our doubts. And set the world asunder. And why a stranded cosmonaut came home and wasn't seen sucking his chewed-nailed thumbs looking through the empty chambers of a gun. Is it because he's done more than most mortals will ever do or ever can and why didn't he pray when the storm came and did, and did what it came to do. Was this cosmonaut too cool to cry? To be deployed in human disarray. Or share a careless fear on his face when a force nine Beaufort gale was taking place.