Many years ago I attended a star party at a remote observatory in the mountains of West Texas. An astronomer stationed at a telescope pointing towards a distant nebula told me, as I stepped up to the eyepiece, that the sight within was so delicate that I ought to look away immediately, in order to pin the fairy’s-breath of dust in my mind.
I loved this collage of thoughts! Looking forward to reading the Against Scale article.
Second the notion on being less precious. I adore your musings <3
Crash