FOOD OF THE GODS OR A SLICE OF LIFE

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>From FOOD OF THE GODS OR A SLICE OF LIFE BY JOHN LAIRD

Beneath the wide south sky I lie And marvel Worship sometimes At the

rich and living gold Of the stars The floor of heaven indeed Is thick

encrusted with patina Of fine gold. So Shakespeare saw it For he too

Lived in a place and day When the glorious floor of heaven Was not

obscured with smog And men were not robbed Of the wonder of the skies

By the reflected glare Of incandescent light Nor blinded by the blaze

of neon.

What wonder we deny ourselves Such glory and such splendour Our lives

and spirit Are the meaner For such irreparable loss.

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What a wonderful poem about how much we lose from smog and light

pollution. There are several scenic vantage points that are no longer

suitable for my astrophotography habit because of light pollution that

obscures the skies. The shot in this attachment shows the Pleiades in

the bottom left, Casseiopeia in the upper right, and Comet Hale Bopp

in the middle, along with Lizz. This photo would not be possible

today, due to the lighting glare from Bose's world headquarters,

which was constructed less than a mile directly behind this scene.

Here's a NASA piece about the Fading Milky Way, fyi.

http://science.nasa.gov/headlines/y2001/ast01nov_1.htm

peace and love to all,

joyce

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On Wed Feb 19, 2003 4:43 pm, Al wrote:

>From FOOD OF THE GODS OR A SLICE OF LIFE BY JOHN LAIRD

Beneath the wide south sky I lie And marvel Worship sometimes At the

rich and living gold Of the stars The floor of heaven indeed Is thick

encrusted with patina Of fine gold. So Shakespeare saw it For he too

Lived in a place and day When the glorious floor of heaven Was not

obscured with smog And men were not robbed Of the wonder of the skies

By the reflected glare Of incandescent light Nor blinded by the blaze

of neon.

What wonder we deny ourselves Such glory and such splendour Our lives

and spirit Are the meaner For such irreparable loss.

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