PSI still shrinking. Can we meet in June and will we be able to keep it alive?
And contemplating the fuzzy dot that represents a 13 billion year old gamma burst: a huge explosion that took place when the universe was only 600 million years old.... Is there actually anything still out there? What we see are immeasurably ancient echoes and who knows what has happened to these event signatures in 13 billion years?
About Me
- Christine
- I'm scrabbling at the sand again. I pray:Waves! be Kind! Don't suck me down like a piece of spaghetti. I pray for firm footing, Hands free at last Of this gritty softness. I wish I could be a fish, Silver, swooping with the shoal, And not so bent on being upright. Sloshing between here and there, With here so hard to hold. Always facing belonging Without knowing what's needed. But I am angry. This flotsam life, grudging, makes me rage. Those well-oiled door-keepers, They hate the sand. And I never give up Jamming my crampons Into that shifting here.
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