A cricket watched from the windowsill,
quiet, still, as the scientist adjusted the telescope again and again.
Looking through the lens,
there was a mess of a star
One that seemed fuzzy and incoherent.
The scientist sighed,
“I can’t tell where it ends!”
And after hours of trying, he stepped away.

He gave up looking.
When the formula was there all along.
The answer was ratio.
The answer was patience.
The answer was focus.
He left before learning that proximity doesn’t mean blur.
It meant resolution is possible with the right
lens.

But he never paused long enough
for the air to still,
for the optics to align,
for the sky to stop shimmering.
He just saw confusion
where clarity was only one calculation away.

When the room fell silent,
the cricket crept onto the scientist’s desk.
Small as a semicolon but bold as truth.
It chirped once
and left behind a slip of paper.
On it, the formula.
A quiet reminder that closeness is not confusion.
It is just a matter of resolution.




Dawes’ Limit.
R = 4.56 / D
Defining the smallest details visible under ideal conditions.
The closest two stars can clearly be seen together In the night sky.