Lift Up Your Mind Heavenward

The recent media natter in regard to a pop culture hero of "scientific" nerds everywhere has me questioning why the sense of "wonder" about large "billions and billions" of whatever is so off-putting. Poe remarked on this in terms of the suffocating effect of too much symmetry in rhyme.  It is the difference between a profound fugal development in a work of Bach and the monotony of a hesychastic chant. Soul sucking lack of development. The equivalent of naval gazing.

Contrast this with a sort of world line of discovery of universal principle. Who among us first surmised that the moon was lighted by the sun?  Are we not infinitely indebted to that unnamed soul's individual spark of imaginative creativity?  And further are we not endowed a birthright of childlike curiosity with a mission to further such needful exploration. We can put ourselves as if instantaneously back to that forgotten epoch?  For we are a singularity in creation that has such potency for good. We know of none other.

Today, we as a species stand upon a crossroad. One path is toward unthinkable destruction. One path leads us to conquering the very heretofore secret power of the sun's thermonuclear fire such that no one among us need ever suffer deprivation again. Such is the quality of poetry that brings us home to our higher selves. This is what the mysterious gift of human free will is perpetually heir to -- If we but lift up our mind heavenward.