I will not, even if what it says is true. I remember the pained broadcasts from Europe during its attack, and remember how helpless I felt to save my people. It sings to me now, telling me I can be just like it, feeding on powers greater than myself, living for as long as the universe had gravity with which to supply us. I do not believe it, but I can not shut my ears to its call. I think of my father, and his farm, and dig roots deep into that earth with my mind, hoping I can generate enough strength to keep on going.
Autumn is over the dry leaves that love up.
However, for those few crazies still interested in how our bodies, minds and consciousness are hooked to the great chain of universal being, Chaisson's book will provide you with confirmation and information. To put in it the vernacular, we are part of the whole fucking process, part of the order and chaos. Chaisson will take you on a trip to flickering galaxies, quasars, black holes, OQ172, Orion Nebula, supernova, neutron stars and the laws of entropy. Chaisson does a wonderful job of mixing the science of the cosmos with the poet's special vision. Chaisson wants us to know that while he deals in the scientific explorations and explanations of the cosmos, that we can call come to understand the linear nature of the cosmic consciousness.