There are moments of objective clarity in every human life that
sings in Hymns unearthly and wisdom Devine.
No one in the throes of love for their beloved can naturally turn to the
cosmos and sing praise. There are
billions of dollars of arrayed ears we have turned toward the heavens, immense
dishes that can hear a pin drop from a hundred light years away, all built with
the desperate longing to hear, “I’m here” while every note of love struck in
our hearts ring like gongs in the other direction, “You’re here.”
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| Aptly titled, The Very Vast Array |
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