The universe and the light of the stars come through me.
I am the crescent moon put up
over the gate to the festival.
-- Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks
Baby stars incubating in the Orion nebula, as photographed recently by the Hubble.
My naked eyes aren't quite up to seeing this nebula, but I've seen it through binoculars, and so I think of it as "my favorite." Recognizing things, knowing where they are, inspires a kind of sense of possession -- "That's mine," I think, even though it's obviously not.
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