Tag Archives: Cosmology
The world fled on, its silent ellipse
Inscribing great arcs in the empty night.
Others pass and take no heed,
Theirs a colder and more bitter business. Continue reading
The computer game on everybody’s lips at the Electronic Entertainment Expo (E3) this year was Hello Games “No Man’s Sky”. It’s a science fiction game that has a simple aim – to procedurally generate an infinite galaxy and allow the player to explore it in real time without boundaries. The player can fly around the galaxy in a space ship, pick a sun, land on any of it’s planets, Continue reading
In the coming decades, our ability to find and catalogue exoplanets within our own galaxy will improve exponentially and although direct observation may well be impossible, we will be able to measure the exact composition of a distant planet’s atmosphere by analysing the light that has reached us. From this, several things follow.
The composition of an atmosphere should tell us if it can sustain life – certainly the kind of life that we are used to: carbon based life that requires liquid water. Continue reading
After the galaxy condensed from matter of the first great cataclysm, a grand civilisation reached the peak of it’s maturity. Their planet was a place of only light for they inhabited a binary star system where night never fell. They abhorred the darkness and they flourished, building great cities made of diamond. However, they had a peculiar problem, the populous was split into two groups – the Rationals and the Irrationals. Continue reading
I have not, until now experienced true horror within the Library, the Library of all Libraries. That is unless the general loneliness of my long yet finite journey can be described as mere horror in itself. The books appear to be my only friends and the majority of them contain as is well known, a never ceasing stream of inanity, and what is worse there is no randomness here. A deliberate design in their patterns and structure mock every last one of us.
It is so very quiet in the library, all that I can usually hear is the pad of my footsteps, my own hoarse breathing (I fear some kind of embolism) or occasionally the dripping of unseen water that perhaps gives some clue to a rocky, underground chasm of cosmic proportions. Continue reading
O! Heaving eyes from Earth that face the stars
And shape dim light to hues of Helium fire.
With slow ascent, decline: a pale Mars,
Whose barren plains perceive no human spire.
Of time long past this glass can but reflect;
Yet wonder of ancient light shall not decrease.
The wordless suns too many to inspect
Speak now of spheres whose populous increase.
Ask then, what moves beneath their starry cloak?
Or despair to guess and name a faceless fear.
Rejoice to be alone, the Earth it spoke,
Not quite alone, a wanderer moves near.
Our body revolve round quiet light infernal,
Not ever to rotate in flux eternal.
© Phil Corbluth
Vega listened to Tau Ceti,
And Tau Ceti listened to Cygni.
Cygni listened to Procyon,
And Procyon listened to Sirius.
Sirius listened to Barnard,
And Barnard listened to Proxima,
Proxima listened to the Sun,
And the Sun listened to me.
© Phil Corbluth