"His bones are full of the sins of his youth, which shall lie down in the dust. Though wickedness be sweet in his mouth...-JOB."
-Fury, PART I, p. 83.
"O might and mystery! Out of the whirlwind, God speaks to Job!"
-Starfarers, 28, p. 260.
The might, mystery and whirlwind are encountered at a pulsar of which more later.
At its core, neurons fuse into hyperons... Incandescent gaseous iron atmosphere only a few centimeters high. Hundreds of spins per second. Magnetic field capturing interstellar matter and accelerating it out at near light speed. Radio beacon detectable across the galaxy. The whirlwind. God speaks...? At least the forces that form this universe do.
1 comment:
kaor, Paul!
I suspect the terrifying splendor, beauty, and dangers to be found in the universe will cow and intimidate some into retreating from looking outwards, declaring mankind has no right to go anywhere off Earth. I hope such a catastrophic "Tahirian" view does not become dominant!
Ad astra! Sean
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