Over thirteen billion years ago, a seed began to grow, In a darkened, timeless void without the faintest glow. Our universe, so young, had never seen a day of light, Photons were still held in gravity’s embrace, so tight. As the universe expanded, photons began to stream, To illuminate its future; a surrealistic dream. Galaxies and nebulae condensed from clouds of gas, Leaving in their wakes, subtle clues of their long past. Peering back in time with space-borne infrared eyes we see, The order and the chaos, coexisting gracefully. Some see a beginning, and some will see an end, How often have we come this far, again... and again... and again? *
musings on the JWST*
musings on the JWST*
musings on the JWST*
Over thirteen billion years ago, a seed began to grow, In a darkened, timeless void without the faintest glow. Our universe, so young, had never seen a day of light, Photons were still held in gravity’s embrace, so tight. As the universe expanded, photons began to stream, To illuminate its future; a surrealistic dream. Galaxies and nebulae condensed from clouds of gas, Leaving in their wakes, subtle clues of their long past. Peering back in time with space-borne infrared eyes we see, The order and the chaos, coexisting gracefully. Some see a beginning, and some will see an end, How often have we come this far, again... and again... and again? *