The Old Astronomer

Reach me down my Tycho Brahe, — I would know him when we meet,
When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet;
He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of how
We are working to completion, working on from then till now.

Pray, remember, that I leave you all my theory complete,
Lacking only certain data, for your adding as is meet;
And remember, men will scorn it, ’tis original and true,
And the obloquy of newness may fall bitterly on you.

But, my pupil, as my pupil you have learnt the worth of scorn;
You have laughed with me at pity, we have joyed to be forlorn;
What, for us, are all distractions of men’s fellowship and smiles?
What, for us, the goddess Pleasure, with her meretricious wiles?

You may tell that German college that their honour comes too late.
But they must not waste repentance on the grizzly savant’s fate;
Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too truly to be fearful of the night.

What, my boy, you are not weeping? You should save your eyes for sight;
You will need them, mine observer, yet for many another night.
I leave none but you, my pupil, unto whom my plans are known.
You “have none but me,” you murmur, and I “leave you quite alone”?

Well then, kiss me, — since my mother left her blessing on my brow,
There has been a something wanting in my nature until now;
I can dimly comprehend it, — that I might have been more kind,
Might have cherished you more wisely, as the one I leave behind.

I “have never failed in kindness”? No, we lived too high for strife, –
Calmest coldness was the error which has crept into our life;
But your spirit is untainted, I can dedicate you still
To the service of our science: you will further it? you will!

There are certain calculations I should like to make with you,
To be sure that your deductions will be logical and true;
And remember, “Patience, Patience,” is the watchword of a sage,
Not to-day nor yet to-morrow can complete a perfect age.

I have sworn, like Tycho Brahe, that a greater man may reap;
But if none should do my reaping, ’twill disturb me in my sleep.
So be careful and be faithful, though, like me, you leave no name;
See, my boy, that nothing turn you to the mere pursuit of fame.

I must say Good-bye, my pupil, for I cannot longer speak;
Draw the curtain back for Venus, ere my vision grows too weak:
It is strange the pearly planet should look red as fiery Mars, –
God will mercifully guide me on my way amongst the stars.

— Sarah Williams
(Published 1868)

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OTHA!!!

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We sneaked backstage before Motherjane were gonna perform and we saw him. Jagan, Vishal and me stopped in shock and awe as we saw the greatest otha omalest guitarist in the world !!!

I was like otha and went in and asked for a photo and yeah make all the fun you want, that’s the ‘is this even fucking happening??!!??’ look that I have..

I actually shook hands with BAIJU man.. otha..

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Amidst rituals of living
We surrender to the beyond
Crossover worshippers swaying
to the hypnotic colors of sound
You’re not here in body
Yet your songs with us remain
Like waves that will not weary
To claim these shores again
Blessed travelers from the fields of sound
You’ve roamed the paradise of the musical legion
Pushing boundaries from the eye of the storm
Baptizing with melody, the sweetest religion

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I managed to see the Hubble Space Telescope just over an hour ago!! :).

Amazing!! I had two people with me this time and they can pretty much confirm that I was not hallucinating!!

I saw the HST man, the greatest Telescope ever built :). w00t.. :)

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PS – I also managed to spot another satellite that was moving from north to south a few mins after Hubble disappeared but strangely it is not listed at heavens-above!! Anyway it takes the tally of satellites spotted by me to 3, in 3 days. Now that is awesome gethuness!! :)

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Where do all the hits come from?

Why would anyone care about what I think?

Some wise floo once said, Opinions are like socks, everyone has got a pair and they smell;
And I know what I think is all nonsense and it doesn’t matter at all.

Why do I still bother writing about stuff?

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