And Carl Sagan
Would have said:
See,
This here
Is us.
We are but
Flecks of dust
In this vast region
Of space and time
Or so all the astronomers
Gravely would
Have us say.
And who are we
To argue?
When God created the universe
We were an afterthought:
It is possible.
Breathed life into us
And left us
To float
And spin
And twist like tiny
Wind up toys
And see for ourselves
One day the
Irony of it all. See
Maybe past it,
Around it,
Bend over sideways
And squint
And leer
Over ourselves
And towards
The slit-narrow
Windows of
Our homes,
And look
Forward.
And trace the
Hums of colors
Hanging forth
On the edge
Of our galaxies.
And come forth
And marvel at
The magnitude of
Our inheritance.
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 10:15 AM UTC
And Carl Sagan
Would have said:
See,
This here
Is us.
We are but
Flecks of dust
In this vast region
Of space and time
Or so all the astronomers
Gravely would
Have us say.
And who are we
To argue?
When God created the universe
We were an afterthought:
It is possible.
Breathed life into us
And left us
To float
And spin
And twist like tiny
Wind up toys
And see for ourselves
One day the
Irony of it all. See
Maybe past it,
Around it,
Bend over sideways
And squint
And leer
Over ourselves
And towards
The slit-narrow
Windows of
Our homes,
And look
Forward.
And trace the
Hums of colors
Hanging forth
On the edge
Of our galaxies.
And come forth
And marvel at
The magnitude of
Our inheritance.
