“The gaps are the spirit’s one home, the altitudes and latitudes so dazzlingly spare and clean that the spirit can discover itself for the first time … Go up into the gaps. If you can find them; they shift and vanish too. Stalk the gaps. Squeak into a gap in the soil, turn, and unlock—more than a maple—a universe. This is how you spend this afternoon, and tomorrow morning, and tomorrow afternoon. Spend the afternoon. You can’t take it with you.” — Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek · (read more)
Read: an astronomer’s notes on hope
When I look into the vastness of the night, sometimes I think hope is the little glimpses I see in the static, or potential signals I get excited about. But I don’t think that’s right. Hope, I think, has less to do with the glimpses or shiny things, and more to do with the fact that we keep on looking. Like Andrea Gibson wrote: “even when the truth isn’t hopeful, the telling of it is.”
So I keep writing, I keep looking up. I keep wondering at the terror and the beauty around me.
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- “An Eclipse Is Evidence of Things Unseen”, Christianity Today, April 4, 2024
- Astronomy research papers (SciX)
