Maybe the stars are big and bright in Texas, but I only know about Colorado and my memories of summer nights growing up in Iowa, camping out and staring up at the sky. We've had the stars as long as there has been an "us" looking at them, and what new can be said. But we keep gazing. Mars is astonishingly big and bright now (in retrograde I'm told) and the closest the star like planet will be for another millennium or two. And who will be gazing then?
"When I look at the heavens, the work of Your hands, the moon and the stars set in their place by You, what is man that You should remember him, we mortals that You care for us?"
In the movie Pi, admittedly a strange and violent movie, a mathematician is searching for God in computer analysis of random numbers of the Dow and the Kabbala, and there are comparisons of the shape of the galaxies being the same shape as the genetic code in spit, and the spirals of sea shells. Repitition is one of the keys of art, and I can only echo David's words in Psalm 8, wondering about the Creator and His/Her/Its relationship with us: You can make all this glory and yet You care for us too? As evidenced by the magnificence of human beings, down to the very particles and waves that give us bodies to play in.
We don't like people to ponder this too much as some end up on street corners mumbling. And yet, and yet. What is so wonderful as a summer's night looking at the stars? My camera cannot do it justice, but in my mind's eye, oh yes.
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"When I look at the heavens, the work of Your hands, the moon and the stars set in their place by You, what is man that You should remember him, we mortals that You care for us?"
In the movie Pi, admittedly a strange and violent movie, a mathematician is searching for God in computer analysis of random numbers of the Dow and the Kabbala, and there are comparisons of the shape of the galaxies being the same shape as the genetic code in spit, and the spirals of sea shells. Repitition is one of the keys of art, and I can only echo David's words in Psalm 8, wondering about the Creator and His/Her/Its relationship with us: You can make all this glory and yet You care for us too? As evidenced by the magnificence of human beings, down to the very particles and waves that give us bodies to play in.
We don't like people to ponder this too much as some end up on street corners mumbling. And yet, and yet. What is so wonderful as a summer's night looking at the stars? My camera cannot do it justice, but in my mind's eye, oh yes.