Prof. Stephen Hawking, the great physicist, recently celebrated his 70th birthday, though he was too ill to attend his party. We hope that he recovers and is able to learn more about the cosmos so that we can understand it better... his life with ALS (Lou Gehrig's disease) and his ability to communicate through a computer about Black Holes and the origin of the universe is fascinating.
Here's a poem from my Quaker meeting about Hawking. Not sure who wrote it.
Friends, this poem was recently posted on NPR in honor of Steven Hawking’s 70 birthday and an interview I heard with Kitty Ferguson, his biographer. Gary
Steven H To have the whole universe in your mind/
and star by exploding star not be able to speak, to say where they began going and when.
To be able to blink to share what’s on,
what’s in your mind, closing and opening your eyes,
so an eye, electric, can read what you’re saying and say it into our ears’ sea.
To be able to hear what was and still is to be, in the blink of an eye, numbers adding up to one accountable mystery, one muscle left twitching like a bow across the sky.
To play what you’re hearing, by moving your tongue across your teeth, so we can see on your screen the notes waves sing from being everything.
Steven H To have the whole universe in your mind/
and star by exploding star not be able to speak, to say where they began going and when.
To be able to blink to share what’s on,
what’s in your mind, closing and opening your eyes,
so an eye, electric, can read what you’re saying and say it into our ears’ sea.
To be able to hear what was and still is to be, in the blink of an eye, numbers adding up to one accountable mystery, one muscle left twitching like a bow across the sky.
To play what you’re hearing, by moving your tongue across your teeth, so we can see on your screen the notes waves sing from being everything.
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