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Astrophysics for People in a Hurry (Book Review)

All images created by Rebekah Marshall’s prompts using AI on Gencraft.com website.

Astrophysics for People in a Hurry by Neil deGrasse Tyson was simplified enough that I could almost begin to fathom parts of it. The grand scale of the universe or multiverse or whatever hugeness is out there seems like a great imaginary tale. My little, tiny reality does not mesh with the vastness of trillions of miles as a measurement or billions of galaxies, our Milky Way being only one little spiral among many. Tyson says scientists think the gigantic, galactic, humongous universe, as we know it, was at one time smaller than one-trillionth the size of the period at the end of this sentence. It might as well be a magical fairy tale.

Some fascinating science-y things I learned:

  • Helium was detected in the sun’s corona in the 1800s before it was ever discovered on Earth.
  • Planets don’t really fly through space orbiting the sun but are carried across the fabric of space-time.
  • Iridium is the densest element we know of—2 cubic feet of it weighs as much as a car.
  • Pluto is not a planet. I have finally released my hold on the poor thing. It turns out, this mistake has been made before. Two other “planets” were discovered in the 1800s named Ceres and Pallas. We eventually figured out they were asteroids and now know Pluto is a comet. Sigh. I think we hung on so long because it was the first planet discovered by an American.
  • About 1,000 tons of Martian rocks rain down on earth each year. Possibly a similar amount reaches us from our Moon. When meteors and asteroids hit them, they send debris flying our way. When we pick up a rock and put it in our pocket, it could be from Mars or the Moon.

Tyson, Neil deGrasse, Astrophysics for People in a Hurry, W.W. Norton & Company, Inc., 2017.

When One Door Closes

(Poem 334 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/QbJ5lI

When one door closes,
the outside is kept out,
which gives the traveler
a chance to look inward.

It is then that another
door swings wide open
revealing universal secrets
free to anyone asking
without words, looking
without eyes, finding
without even seeking.

@Home Studio – 334th poem of the year

Runner ups for the Doors photos to accompany my poem:

Dance Little Girl

(Poem 316 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/aqLk7a https://gencraft.ai/p/XaodDL

Dance, little girl
when the music
calls to you
and starts
your feet twirling

When your heart
makes you soar
in pattern with the birds
whose wings beat time
to the rhythm that is you

When the sky’s painted
hues look like melted
cotton candy and the trees
sign your name
with their branched hands

This joy that you feel
is the song
of your birthright
and proof that the universe
was built as your playground.

@Home Studio – 316th poem of the year

Runner ups for the Wind photos to accompany my poem:

Power Source

(Poem 160 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/3BaiVe

At the center of the universe
is a sunflower that radiates
beautiful, perpetual energy—
spirals and sparks, rays and
bolts, streams and streaks—
emanating every which way
from the black inflorescence.
Each petal bursts forth with
eternal seeds of galactic life,
bound for destinations pre-
determined by destiny’s map.

@Home Studio – 160th poem of the year

Runner ups for the Power Source photos to accompany my poem:

Snail

(Poem 78 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/sPIUDo

The flame of wisdom
is held aloft by an aged
snail who carries a galaxy
on her back as she glides
through the universe
leaving a trail of stars
in her slow-moving wake.
The wax that drips forms
rings around planets and
her eyes see through
time to the essence of
reality’s lover—authenticity.
She’s best friends with
both integrity and prudence
and the enemy of hubris.
When she tires, she rests
on the banks of compassion
until her spirit is restored,
then resumes her course.
Her gravity is the perfect
balance of curiosity and
contentment, and her laughter
creates starquakes like
cosmic fireworks brilliantly
painting heaven’s expanse.

@Home Studio – 78th poem of the year

Runner ups for the snail candle photos to accompany my poem: