Hubble, your universe is lovely, and how we long to travel there. But the distance between our feeble eyesight and yours is just too far. For now, we must stay in our blue-green marble playpen, tiny toddlers that we are, just beginning to learn one or two things. We cannot be let loose in the vastness of God’s cosmos yet, the total perspective vortex of beauty would crush us.
First we must know how to float in the amniotic fluid of star spangled space, gazing across a Kubrik panorama. So we sit in our spherical classroom, transfixed by the blackboard dotted with white instead, till we can be trusted to poeticise about galaxies and paint galleries of nebulae.
© Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2016
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