I have seen the dark universe yawning
Where the black planets roll without aim—
Where they roll in their horror unheeded,
Without knowledge or lustre or name.
The Haunter of the Dark
H.P. Lovecraft
Tag: space
Faerie Paths — Milky Way
The stars were thinning out; the glare of the Milky Way was dimming into a pale ghost of the glory he had known — and, when he was ready, would know again. He was back, precisely where he wished to be, in the space that men called real.
~Arthur C. Clarke
Sunday Evening Art Gallery (flashback) — the Universe
The Universe has been around long before my blog post in June of 2015. But the images, the inspiration, the vastness of possibilities has always and will always exist.
“The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of star stuff”. Carl Sagan.
These and other beauties can be found in my Gallery, or at the mother of all space image sites, HubbleSite.
Faerie Paths — Cosmos
The Cosmos is all that is or was or ever will be. Our feeblest contemplations of the Cosmos stir us — there is a tingling in the spine, a catch in the voice, a faint sensation, as if a distant memory, of falling from a height. We know we are approaching the greatest of mysteries.
― Carl Sagan, Cosmos
Are We Alone?
I am still in the working world. And around here, Tuesday is the worst day of the week. Suddenly I was inspired to write a poem. This is for Ivor and Walt and Dwight and all of you who know what poetry is. I really don’t. But I do feel better.
Are We Alone?
Here is my photo of
distant galaxies
So far away at the
edge of the universe
Even our minds cannot reach.
See the large one
on the left?
Spiraling magnificently
somewhere at the edge
where we can never go?
Do you see the wisp
that curls upwards
on the left?
Right there where the
mass splits.
There are billions of stars
in this galaxy alone.
And millions
in this little split.
Do you think
there is a planet circling
around one of those billions
of sun-like stars
full of
life unbounded
where an older woman
with hair of gray or green
depending upon the atmosphere
is sitting at her desk saying
I hate this job
too?
Can we talk?
Humoring the Goddess 