It is through the crack of the night that we glimpse the Infinite. Do not tell him the untellable. Tell him things. The author then praised Comet Kahoutek and Comet West for their ineffable beauty. A comet is the stuff of our imagination.
Language stretches to encompass it.
Comets have their origins in light, in the OORT cloud, a spherical aura of life-stuff blown off by the awakening sun. In the outer reaches of the OORT cloud, there are billions of comets waiting to fall toward the sun. Once a comet begins periodic visits to the inner solar system, it must eventually be blown away. If analyzed this book would also fall apart. So, just take a deep breath, grab hold of Raymo's coat tails, and follow him on his astronomical pilgrimage.