Not only is the universe stranger than we imagine, it is stranger than we can imagine.
Sir Arthur Eddington
Hail Hardy One, cold enough?
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Georgia O'Keeffe found the universe in a flower, the wandering eye of the Hubble Space Telescope is looking for it in the cosmos. It seems there is always more to discover, whether it is in the immeasurably vast cauldron full of stars and planets swirling and bubbling around in outer space or gently stretching and unfolding itself in the back yard.
Last night I heard a piece of music called "Tzigane" by Maurice Ravel. Ravel was a great composer. I've heard this piece many times before and I love it. It's for solo violin and orchestra, but the violin plays alone for the first half of the piece, swirling and bubbling into all corners of the theme, a song of discovery. Then the orchestra enters, quietly at first with just the harps, but gradually the other instruments follow and at last it ends with a wild, joyful dance. The word "tzigane" means "gypsy." Why do I love it? Because I'm a vagabond? Only one who does it can know the fear, passion and joy of the wanderer and his discovery of the strange. And I have danced on more than one street corner in this universe.
The search goes on still for the new, the strange, the unknown, the inconceivable, the unimaginable. As long as there are wanderers through the garden or the stars the gypsy dance will go on.
If you get some sunlight today, seize it.
This is not a contest.
What one person, living or not, would you most like to have dinner with?
What is the first question you would ask them?
You have the winter to answer. Please leave your response on my email or journal with your name, or journal title or email address. Thank you.
DB - The Vagabond