How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me.
this poem by w.h. auden came along in some seemingly crappy e-newsletter that i've accidentally signed up for. and it proves itself tons more worthy than rubbish.
if you get what i mean, you dont need to a thousand words to get that idea across.
this poem, how true.
and its so funny because this thing came when my pea-sized brain is so saturated with all the scientific wonders of the world. and now, who the heck cares about ribulose bisphosphate carboxylase oxygenase? -.-
Were all stars to disappear or die, I should learn to look at an empty sky And feel its total dark sublime, Though this might take me a little time. 21:22
