Up Close and Intimate

Like a love that never grows distant life after life after life, but grows only closer, more and more intimate, so is my friendship with the stars.

And like one can never study too many math books, like one can never lose oneself in too many chess books, like one can never fly too far on too many poetry books, likewise I can never have too many books about the skies around me. So yet another book purchased with the Christmas gift card given to me by Natalie: An Intimate Look at the Night Sky, by Chet Raymo.

When flipping through it while at the bookstore, what persuaded me to add it to my shelves: finding myself reading more than a few pages into Chapter 2 — “Dark: Why the Night Is Dark.” Start a discussion of darkness with a fave poem by Yeats and quickly hit escape velocity from there, and I’m caught as easily as a particle veering too close to the event horizon of a black hole.

Thank you again, Nat, for a Christmas gift that will last in my heart as long as the stars.

 
 

Aftermath Afterlife:

• 3 years ago at aftermath — 12 Jan 2012:
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• 6 years ago at aftermath — 12 Jan 2009:
  • On Transigence
• 7 years ago at aftermath — 12 Jan 2008:
  • Nat Back In Action!