Dear friends,
Our bodies,
You and I,
The atoms which make us up,
Are composed of the dust of stars which exploded long,
Long ago.
As we sit here on this life-giving rock,
Planet earth,
As it circles our sun,
We gaze up in awe and wonder at the magic of the night sky.
We speculate,
What was it that so long ago gave rise to all this and to what we have become?
Living thinking beings.
This is a source of unending amazement.
Inevitably we ask ourselves the question,
Are we alone in all this vastness?
And we find either possible answer equally hard to take in.
Yes we are,
Or no we are not.
And what does either answer mean for each of us and for all of us?
To keep you company as you gaze up in wonder tonight,
I offer you the poem Starlight.
When I behold the canopy of stars and contemplate immensity of space,
Our unmanned landers dig and probe on Mars For evidence of life to find a trace.
It matters not to me if they should find that we are all alone,
Though that I doubt.
The search is all that matters to my mind,
The eagerness to probe,
Explore,
Find out.
Some claim this wondrous world a turn of chance,
While others say it is a work of God.
Some ponder not,
Make merry,
Sing and dance and wonder not.
I find that sadly odd.
So feeble are the greatest minds of those who raise our vision skyward from the dust.