Oscilloscope trace of Sputnik beeps. 
Recorded at the RCA Communications Center
Oct. 4, 1957.



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The road to the Truth,
Is thick with uncut weeds;
As none has traveled there
In some considerable time.

"This Universe is not stranger than we imagine...
It is stranger than we can imagine."

                                                                                                                Albert E.

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Are we alone?


 Of course not.

  We lack, however, the one essential skill
Required to find out.

To Listen.

We simply don't know how to listen.

To the stars~

 Least of all to each other.


And in that singular Human failing
We are most unique:


Quite alone.










"If I have seen further it is by standing on ye shoulders of Giants."

                                                                                                                                          Isaac Newton · 1675
                                                                                                 

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The Cassini spacecraft imaged this remarkable vista of Mimas
against the ring plane of Saturn in October 2005.


"The stuff that dreams are made of."

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Flying Wing

X-15

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NOMAD

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Centaurus A

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"Order of the Pyramids"

"Game Bird"

"Deep Sky"

"Of The Sphere"

"The Machine"

"Day for Night"

"Threshold"

"Shadows and Strange"

"A Writer's Lament"

"Points of View"

"Ground Zero"

"Star-Crossed"

"The Uninvited"

"BigLight"

"Wandering Dinosaur"

"...and the full moon rises..."
      
"Flowers"

"Mirror"

"The Line"

"Solar  Winds"

"I Can't Imagine Why"

"Promise Me"

"Black Skies"

"Fixed Star To Fixed Star"

"Great Things"

"Oceanus Procellarum"

"Distant Dreams"

"nth degree"

"The Sky Was Full of Wonder"

The Rosette Nebula



"ORDER OF THE PYRAMIDS"

Oft' I sat alone in wonder
Sand and stone
The blocks which thundered
Those hundred thousand men
That numbered
Crews who built
Great monuments
To keep their King's
Eternal slumber

Ancient Masters
O'er the land
Strode immortal
Through the sands
Tantalizing Modern Man
To peer amidst
These Pyramids.

                                               
                                                         RE

 

       "Analemma and the Temple of Zeus"

                                                        
The Owl sat
Pale and restless
Such a rare
And mindful bird

As he pondered
His existence
Weighing lies
He had procured

In that fading
Twilight glimmer
Setting suns
Which had no name

Vaulted blues
Were edging dimmer
Constellations
Danced aflame

"Excellent Birds"

Great flying machines in history.
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"Ornithopter"
Leonardo da Vinci 1485




The Wright Flyer 1903



Ryan NYP N-X-211



THE AVRO ARROW




 

THE FLYING WING

Bell X-1



X-15 Rocket Plane
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SR-71 Black Bird



"NOMAD"







"Sputnik I"

Discovery 1

  Cavorite Sphere

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<>M1 · The Crab Nebula<>

Naked
Alone

Out of
The
Fiery hells
Of those
Trillion trillion
Suns
Into the
Absolute Zero
Of the
Sky's
Deepest freeze

Where infinity
Grapples with
Eternity

Where only
The comets
Before us
Dared encroach

Where even
Now
The atoms
Of our
Ancestors
Stream past
At light's
Speed

Returned again
To the
Mists
Of the
Womb

Free
At last

From the
Tortures
Of time

             Jan/85/Ellis

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    "Of The Sphere"

The world speaks to us

Be it in mighty stocatto ^_
A thunderstorm's fury

Or as a chorus of birds
Home at last
From the air

The chant
Of a brook
Over stones

An audience of leaves
Struck by the bluster
Of summer late ^_ giving thanks

Warm and breezes gentle
Carry the distant moans
Of a locomotive's passing

Angry surf visits the hapless shore
Exposing whited knuckle of curled fists
She pounds relentless ^_ ad infinitum

Rhythms intact; the symphony plays
As the composer intended
A jewel of sound in the vacuum of dark

All is in order; save the Moon
Earth's cold unexpected companion
Showing but one circumspect face

Afraid to turn a blind eye
As gravity enshrines her
In a frigid tryst

Only angels fallen
Witness this black mazurka
Choose not to speak of it

In the end
We dance
Alone

                                                 8/23/98/Ellis      

          

                        "THE MACHINE"


              the time machine sat stock and still
              and i its master if you will
              it stared at me and i at it
              as seconds tick'd by bit by bit

              i check'd my watch i check'd the sky
              no clues confront me by and by
              a full moon rose a red sun died               
              my lips were sealed my hands were tied

              i gazed the golden arc of stars
              a fleeting comet; deep pulsars
              their trails ablazing through the dark
              they tell a tale; and leave their mark

              t'was then a mountain blocked my view
              i peered clear 'round her; nothing new
              she fell just then, her bulk set free
              washed all unto uncertainty

              the clock was now just five to noon
              a creature stirred; biped was hewn
              it crawled from 'neath a heavy stone
              this spawn of luck and chance and bone

              no telling what would happen next
              the garden gate; the future vexed
              they ran amuck despite the view
              these children know not what they do

              flawed and graceless did they dance
              on solar flare and endless chance
              the higher call eluded them
              ignored the swing of pendulum

              the time machine was wound by fate
              maintained by chance at any rate
              so call upon her if you will
              to find she's standing very still


                                                                     3/17/97Ellis


                               

                                                               "Watch"  Gerald Murphy 1925

 "Day for Night"
 
 The hues of a vanishing sun
 Caress my soul
 In Her fading embrace
 
 Cloaks me in an ebony shroud
 Free from the blinding glow
 Of Sol's all-seeing eye
 
 It is an illusion of course
 A shadow-wall
 Behind which I seek freedom
 
 To hide (unseen)
 To think (aloud)
 To write (at my will)
 
 Only in those depths
 Does lightning flash her truth
 Glorious and fleeting
 
 Only that firmament betrays
 The arrival of meteoric
 Visitors
 
 And within this pitch alone
 Can we witness the beauty
 Of a comet's passing
 
 Against that veiled curtain
 Fireworks reveal their true
 And spectacular forms
 
 For what is day
 But a mere prelude
 To the Great Show?
 
 Without the dark there are no stars
 And without stars to wish upon~

 We are lost

                                        10/7/98Ellis                    

"A Writer's Lament"

 ideas fly, left and north
 on scraps leftover,
 whatever they're worth. 

 just where did i put them?
 and what do they mean?
 have you seen my pen?

 enigmas in passing
 are etched on pulp,
 so keep us guessing.

 falling into line upon line,
 when the mood strikes.
 then; and only then.

 rhyme and meter
 tossed aside
 because i say so.

 the clock is late,
 the sky most dark,
 and stars vibrate.

 a dim haze.

 so i write;
 because that's all i have;
 all i'll ever be.

 there is no better way
 to express and expose
 what i am.

 call it what you must:
 midnite rant,
 or muse gone mad.

 thus;

 in a world that makes
 no sense whatever,
 we are the few who seek
 order.

 this is the best
 a lonely scribe can muster;
 can master.

 listen.
 listen hard;

 you have my promise:
 

 you'll hear nothing.

                            
                              

          


                

                           

And now, Dr. Charles Brown describes the origin of the observable Universe:



             
                      Thank you Doctor....