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Part 1-   Driving down an open road, lost among the trees. The closer they come, the faster they seem to approach me-- the parallax: a change in the angle as it relates to the position from which I see. And from here we can measure the stars closer to us from those more distant, regardless of one shining more brightly.   Caught in a curvature on a cosmic cruiser, we travel around the sun-- an ordinary star among billions, average in size, glowing yellow in our sky. A heart, fusing hydrogen to helium atoms, set on the edge of a spiral arm. We glimpse only a mere fraction with the naked eye-- just .0001% of those formed over time, gathered on a barred spiral  we call the Milky Way.   Herschel painstakingly categorized the stars he could see, counting pinpricks in the dark, estimating the size of our galaxy: 100 thousand light-years across, also rotating, slowly-- each revolution ...

Hushed but not silent, destined for collision, even clashing with itself, Gravity is not a force  like other forces, but a consequence of space-time, not being flat-- a curved surface, warped by the distribution of mass, energy in the objects,  following the nearest straight path. Upon a geometric surface,  where geodesics exist-- like our equator, a circle, 'round the center of Earth. These are invisible  curved lines between two points, pilots capitalize on. Shortening routes by flying parallel  with the Earth's spherical design. Jumping from 2 to 4 dimensions-- it is not gravitational attraction, rather, a distortion in space around objects. Like the sun and the Earth, caught in a curvature created by these heavenly masses. Two bodies, intertwined in a dance, Both calling and answering. Improvising the choreography when one falls out of step.    Even light adheres to it,  bending around each object, it's deflected. Slipping around corners,...

Into the cosmos Roemer gazes, watching distant planets making note of different phases, identifying patterns  in the celestial movements. What of the  eclipsing moons of Jupiter-- unevenly spaced, a delayed event, based on our position and their place. He purposes  a new hypothesis: suggesting a finite speed. That light must travel between objects, albeit very quickly. 186,000 miles a second, in fact but not instantaneous C.  And to prove that, Maxwell unifies partial theories  determining the propagation of light-- electric and magnetic,  charges and currents. Fields exerting force upon those around it. A sea of perfectly distributed  peaks and valleys. Crests and troughs,  naturally occurring with different lengths. Electromagnetism emerges. Like ripples in a pond  from the epicenter, waves all rolling outward at fixed speeds-- at times visible, others too small or too large to see. It is reconciled  that they must be transmitting thro...

What is our natural state? At rest, driven by impulse, falling faster in congruence with our weight-- conjectures of thought  unobserved and disproven. Simulating different masses, there is no difference: increasing speed at the same rate, except in the case of resistance. What is our natural state? A force that must be reckoned with, a body in motion until acted upon. We just keep moving forward, accelerating or decelerating in proportion to our surroundings-- sometimes crashing down, or thrown out of orbit. Perhaps it is our natural state to be caught up in gravity's wake, consistent with our distance,  falling at the same velocity relative to our physical place. Newton's Law relates, unconcerned with the rotating rock the train is moving on, or the ping-pong ball not bouncing off  the table on which it is played. The observers perspective implying a state of constant change: no absolute position, no absolute space-- arguing only an absolute time. An insight eventually ...

We mistake theories for models that only exist in the mind, making definite predictions based on large-scale observations using a handful of arbitrary elements. But unlike earth, air, fire, and water, distinguished by all our senses, there lives a force--  proportional to its mass, and the square of two objects' distance. An eloquent proof  of a delicate and physical dance. Experiments devised to falsify, emboldened confidence, or demoralized by refutation, upon further evidence--   justify further pursuits. And new theories begin to extend the old ones: from Newton's gravity comes Einstein's relativity, explaining Mercury's revolution with greater accuracy. So too might we strive to contrive that of everything? Our current laws informing us, we anticipate with our logic gates how our last step shaped our present place yet, still we contemplate: what was our initial state? Whether it be a metaphysical  or a religious take, within an otherwise random design we fo...

Ourselves wanderers, taking leave on ships— distances miscalculated, sailing toward unknown lands. We vanish on the horizon, as do constellations drift, never having reached the edge.   We write stories, diverse and unique, shaped by our own perspectives. We dive deeper upon discovery, of truths that do not fit our own narratives.   Mercury, Venus, Mars,  Jupiter, Saturn— puzzle pieces,  not moving east to west predicting positions, but lacking proofs. Are we, or are we not, at the center of it?   Following our starry pleasures into the serried multitude, until our feet no longer touch the Earth— finding ourselves untethered, jetting through unoccupied space, harnessing the laws of planetary motion, caught in the orbit, questioning matters both dark and reflective.   The gravity, governing, forceful, and unseen; we cast our shadows unifying celestial and terrestrial physics. While our m...

It is strange and wonderful  that each body contains remnants of a remote time and deep space. Yet we still struggle to find our place— to seek meaning in what might otherwise be an indistinguishable existence of great insignificance.   The cosmos is too vast to comprehend, its distances unfathomable. Yet that has never stopped us from contemplating our ability to traverse it— as if that alone would justify our part in it. As the echoes of supernovae prove  here a star once existed.   The warmth of our Sun is insatiable; we long for the next nearest, Proxima Centauri, ten thousand of our own years away. We imagine alien life as a complement to our own origin story, filling in ancient fables, bolstering old myths, searching for truth hidden in the darkness.   We dedicate our entire lives to a quest only future generations might come to realize. We build towers, temples, and telescopes to feel closer to what is far beyond our reach— to seek understanding, to eleva...

Emperor Penguins and Gibbons endure  Great hardships unique to their respective environments  Braving antarctic winters and tropical forest perils In monogamous partnerships A united front against the outside world They learn to sing together Tunes unique to each pair  The strength of their bond on full display In a wild romance And yet as the highest order of primates With everything at our fingertips  We are reluctant We even dance alone On poles, and in alley-ways Abandoning the synchronized choreography  In which both partners take flight Unlike the Albatross, it is not fidelity,  But seduction we've been taught   "Birds do it, bees do it, even educated fleas do it" But, wait, that's just love… Swans do it, Prairie Voles do it, even California Mice do it  When did it become so difficult for us? Commitment, the highest form of trust Cultivates a garden we can all eat from Sowing seeds for future generations  To reap, where we make the leap...

Moonlight streams through a cracked window sill, Sheer curtains billow in the light breeze. I am lying in an empty room, Beneath cool sheets, Imagining you beside me— Your long, heavy breath Along my back, The warmth from your body, The weight of your arm Hooked around my chest. In a chaotic world, I am at rest, In the safest place— Building a nest, woven with blessings, Handled with love carried in on angel wings. I haven’t quite yet fallen asleep; I am too excited, Finally having caught up with my dreams— Those of you and me. I think, I may no longer ever need to sleep— Not, at least, to see you, Now here with me... I turn around to kiss you, To lay my ear upon your chest; I long for the sound of your heart’s beat... But am met with empty space, and silence. That’s when it hits me— Reality. Still beneath the cool sheets, Not warmed by your body, I cling tightly to your memory, To the moments we create, Little by little, building Toward a life in which we live together— A bed we share...

There are days when I remember the delicate closeness of just existing alongside you. The curve of your porcelain lips and the curl in your golden hair. The tenderness with which I’d reach for you, and the timidness of my touch. You were like a flower petal I dared not disturb with my clumsiness— and yet I always wanted to keep you crushed up against my chest, secured in a well-stitched pocket, held so tightly that you’d feel my heart beating. A rhythm that you might get used to, walk in step to— one that, across any distance, would call to you. An inaudible hum; a resonance only you were attuned to. I still feel my fear of inadequacy, how I knew I’d let us down, and had no way to divert this inevitability. The desperation I felt with each moment that passed us by— moments I couldn’t keep snapped in a picture book, framed on a shelf, or go back to and redo. Some stupid gesture I made, or statement that slipped out. I loved you more than the air I breathed, more than the sun and the moo...

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there is no good day to fight. to wage war.  there is no good day to die though many of us may say so. there are many good days to live and yet most are spent unlived. trapped in battles  either in our head, or  in fields far from our homeland.  global strategies sought to bring us closer,  crumble in our agony.  failed attempts at securing diplomacy among nations opposed to our form of democracy.  hypocratic oaths having ensured no one's safety illness, both viral and cancerous, both from within and from without,  bringing death to the forefront the grimacing reaper the masqued rider this is a modern day horror story. but it is not a fictional telling of some dystopian future  it is here, it is now we are living a nightmare trapped in a dream where our every desire is streamlined hooked up to a dopamine machine drones, but oblivious to our surroundings we are fighting ourselves  unable to see the real enemy shots fired, boundaries cross...