Of Stars & Experiencing Faith
Sometimes you read a poem and wonder if it was written just for you.
Then you realize that the person who wrote it did so 150 years ago, and it's merely the timeless nature of what they were able to capture that speaks to you.
And that's kind of even more awesome.
Today, I read this beautiful poem by Walt Whitman, and it has had me thinking about it ever since:
When I heard the learn'd astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide,
and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured
with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander'd off by myself,
In the mystical moist nigh-air, and from time to time
Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.