Feeling the touch of science
November 27, 2006
Came across the following you-tube video by Neil deGrasse Tyson
Since, I’m not as eloquent as Tyson to describe what it feels like to be in science, I will fall back on one of my favourite poems by Tagore.
Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure.
This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again,
and fillest it ever with fresh life.
This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales,
and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses
its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.
Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine.
Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.