But the most remarkable discovery in all of astronomy
is that ...
... the stars are made of atoms of the same
kind as those on the earth
I,
too, can see the stars on a desert night, and feel them. But do I see
less or more? The vastness of the heavens stretches my imagination -
stuck on this carousel, my little eye can catch one-million-year-old
light. A vast pattern - of which I am a part - perhaps my stuff was
belched from some forgotten star, as one is belching there. Or see them
with the greater eye of Palomar, rushing all apart from some common
starting point when they were perhaps all together. What is the pattern,
or the meaning, or the why? It does not do harm to the mystery to know a
little about it.
