Tuesday, June 21, 2011


Late one night, when he was very old,
they found the great astronomer
holding a ruler at arm’s length,
measuring the distance between stars.

From Songs and Letters, first published December 5, 2008.

Or, as I said to Erin yesterday upon her thoughtful observation,

...maybe words aren’t a sorry translation after all. Maybe they arrive before we do. Maybe our lives are an effort to catch their tails.

And their tails might just as easily be those of comets, or falling stars.


rahina q.h. said...

i love the child like passion for learning or unlearning at any age... age really being irrelevant.. got to respect that astronomer:)

William Michaelian said...

Indeed, he’s my kind of scientist. Thanks, Rahina.

erin said...

oh, on cbc radio this afternoon (sadly, i only caught a part of the interview on Tapestry...think you'd like it) Victor Wooten spoke of music never ending but going off into the world resonating forever. perhaps our words are only our ears hearing those intitial chords.

he spoke about how we can catch up to our soul, as well, and how sadly too many people live apart from their souls. (this as told to him once and relayed in his book, The Music Lesson: A Spiritual Search for Growth Through Music.) when we let those comets pass through us, when we let those songs come, we are with our souls.

you are a very special person, william.


William Michaelian said...

Erin, these observations you tuck away in my blog are treasures, nothing less. I think our actions, our thoughts, and our very lives also have an outward ripple effect.