This past week I was reading about astronomers searching for other planets and potential life throughout the universe. Really, it boggles my tiny mind as to how they figure these things out. If they really do. It's like scientists telling us what dinosaurs sounded like. Really? Play THAT tape back for me!
But the quest for life outside our own world, and the imagination it stirs, brings to mind a distant, pleasant memory: When we were kids in Amarillo, Texas my cousins and I would lay on the warm concrete summer sidewalk and stare into the crystal clear, moonless night sky. Yes, Carl Sagan, there WERE billions and billions! An amazing sight! I had been told that there was no end to the universe. If we were to travel in a spaceship, we would never find the end...infinity.
You remember the feeling: Butterflies in the tummy when you tried to wrap your young mind around that concept.
Well, I still get that sensation when I think about these things. To me they're unthinkable. And utterly amazing.
potentials of us
the science of mind,
mastery of imagination,
to count a billion
potentials of us:
the beauty of our
Poem ©2011 by R. Burnett Baker
Photo©2011 by R. Burnett Baker
Photo taken by R. Baker with a cell phone looking through a kaleidoscope.
Poem inspired by a comment I posted to "Truly Fool" at http://trulyfool-trulyfool.blogspot.com/