Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Thus, the explorations of space ends on a note of uncertainty...we know our immediate neighborhood rather intimately. With increasing distance our knowledge fades rapidly. Eventually, we reach the dim boundary--the utmost limits of our telescopes. There, we measure shadows, and we search among ghostly errors of measurement for landmarks that are scarcely more substantial.
Hah! I thought I was going to switch channels and read Death by Black Hole...but here, too, is Poetry in the words of Edward Hubble above. (and why did I think that science is not poetry in the first place? duh!)
Tyson: What are the lessons to be learned from this journey of the mind? That humans are emotionally fragile, perennially gullible, hopelessly ignorant masters of an insignificantly small speck in the cosmos.
Have a nice day. (47)
Have a nice day indeedy.
Hah! I thought I was going to switch channels and read Death by Black Hole...but here, too, is Poetry in the words of Edward Hubble above. (and why did I think that science is not poetry in the first place? duh!)
Tyson: What are the lessons to be learned from this journey of the mind? That humans are emotionally fragile, perennially gullible, hopelessly ignorant masters of an insignificantly small speck in the cosmos.
Have a nice day. (47)
Have a nice day indeedy.
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