… or does this image render you weak at the knees too? It came to my attention via the ubiquitous Twitter where its 124 characters read: During a survey of galaxies, @NASA Hubble telescope spotted a galaxy in the process of forming new stars. Carefree as you please: couldn’t sound more normal, pedestrian, dull even.
Whining whenever possible about the ghastliness of our graceless times, the balm of reflecting on the third side of that coin is a Restorative. If we have the technology to see across 30 million miles, why do we not see what’s on our doorstep?
Last evening’s perfectly vertical cuticle of new moon is about as much as I can fully grasp. The glorious simplicity radiating the exquisite truth that no matter for how much Arlene Foster nobbles the Government to hide past mis-managements, no matter how deeply this caving-in will inform European negotiators’ approach to nailing the UK for every penny, no matter how bizarre grow the brittle effluvia of #Resident Trump, none of it really matters.
We are inconsequential amid the inconceivableness of the universe: thank goodness nothing we do could disrupt the symbiosis of space objects and their relation to one another. Would that we learnt from such an example.