Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Carl Sagan, Ten Years Gone

I don’t worship at the alter of science, but I do sometimes drink from the blood of her prophets. Carl Sagan was a prophet as surely as he was a scientist, so I offer the following in memorium:

String Theory of Divergence

If the universe, and all its properties, is composed from bits of string
and the harmonies resonating through them and between,
then life is jazz and every breath a song.
And when you leave, the quiet is deafening.

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