And mean while back at the ranch..., As you wish., “If you see an antimatter version of yourself running towards you - think twice before embracing.” ― J. Richard Gott III, “The humble Cumulus humilis - never hurt a soul.” ― Gavin Pretor-Pinney, Eternal Cloudbustian Engine, J.D.M -“I see myself as a huge fiery comet - a shooting star. Everyone stops - points up and gasps "Oh look at that!", Then — whoosh and I'm gone... and they'll never see anything like it ever again... and they won't be able to forget me — ever.
This is not the whole piece, but the excerpts I liked the most – I do that sometimes – I enjoy how oddly dislocated it feels in parts.
The last paragraph is the jewel in a strange crown.
Planetarium by Adrienne Rich
A woman in the shape of a monster
a monster in the shape of a woman
the skies are full of them
a woman ‘in the snow
among the Clocks and instruments
or measuring the ground with poles’
in her 98 years to discover
She whom the moon ruled
levitating into the night sky
riding the polished lenses
in those spaces of the mind
I am bombarded yet I stand
I have been standing all my life in the
direct path of a battery of signals
the most accurately transmitted most
untranslatable language in the universe
I am a galactic cloud so deep so invo-
luted that a light wave could take 15
years to travel through me. And has
taken. I am an instrument in the shape
of a woman trying to translate pulsations
into images for the relief of the body
and the reconstruction of the mind.