It is a
famous moment, the scientist
peers through
a tube, a journey in action
not soul, turned
the planet, sent it spinning
forever
around the sun, proof the stars
held us in
tandem, now in thrall
to facts
and corrections.
Before the
before,
the descent
was a feminine thing
then men
defined their place,
decided to
build the burial kilns
and fire
themselves into godhood.
Once we had
the pregnant cave,
the beast
and the hero:
the descent
into understanding
through the
journey.
The answer
was not the solution,
it was an
image
held up as possible
illumination;
a means to
become
rather than
to be.
I wonder
not I think.
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