“That best fact, the Moon,” Margaret Fuller called it. “No one ever gets tired of the moon,” Walt Whitman wrote down the Atlantic coast from her, exulting: Goddess that she is by dower of her eternal beauty, [the moon] commends herself to the matter-of-fact people by her usefulness, and makes her uselessness adored by poets, artists, and all lovers in all lands. Centerpiece of our most ancient cosmogonies, our most groundbreaking revisions of the universe, and our most haunting poems, the Moon has accompanied Earth for billions of years. That we don’t yet fully understand how it was formed —… read article …
“Astronomy has enlarged the sphere of our conceptions, and opened to us a universe without bounds, where the human Imagination is lost.” …
Silk, vapor, and the substance of life. …
“That’s the ruling story on this planet. We live suspended between love and ego.” …
An illustrated love letter to our Pale Blue Dot by humanity’s most innocent scale models of the universe. …
“A woman in harmony with her spirit is like a river flowing. She goes where she will without pretense and arrives at her destination prepared to be herself and herself only.” ~Maya Angelou
For as long as I can remember, …
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“The universe makes a sound — is a sound. In the core of this sound there’s a silence, a silence that creates that sound, which is not its opposite, but its inseparable soul… Silence is a flower, it opens up, dilates, extends its texture, can grow, mutate… It can watch other flowers grow and become what they are.” …
“In the beginning was the white page. In the beginning was the Sufi in orbit… In the beginning was color. In the beginning was music.” …
“We do not know why we are born into the world, but we can try to find out what sort of world it is.” …
A humanistic love letter to who and what we are, together on this lonesome, wild, and wondrous rock adrift around a common star. …
Perspectival awakenings in the “blue dome, silhouetted city sky-line fringing it, and the gradual appearance of all the stars in the night sky to music.” …
A miniature revolutionary with his eyes on the stars, his heart on the ground, and his courage lightyears beyond of his era’s horizons stands up for the future with his only ally. …
An invitation “to feel more intensely the romance of science and the wonder of being alive right now, at these particular coordinates in spacetime, less alone, more at home, here in the cosmos.” …
A two-verse love letter to the night sky fixture which “our eyes must lean out into time to catch, and die in seeing.” …
Celestial splendor bridging ancient tradition and modern science. …
A dual serenade to being and non-being, composed in glass, metal, and stardust. …
A dual serenade to being and non-being, composed in glass, metal, and stardust. …
“A common chemistry and a common physics run through the universe.” …
Celestial splendor from a forgotten woman who broke the bounds of her time. …
A serenade to the universe in wool and silk. …