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The Plain of the Ecliptic
Picture yourself, two and a half years into your journey to your new
home, the planet T3, rotating around the Star Jiminel, in the
constellation Watcher. T3 is the brightest star in our part of the
Milky Way.
You are still in the home system, our own solar system, having spent the
last two and a half years testing the systems and indeed the spacecraft you
are currently aboard.
All systems are go and the craft has increased its speed, using the larger
planets to slingshot around, and now your course is about to be set beyond the plain of the ecliptic. You and all your fellow passengers and crew are about to
start the journey proper. You and the love of your life.
Let those that have to sleep, sleep and those that watch, watch.
The journey begins.
The Good-Morrow
I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I
Did, till we lov'd? Were we not wean'd till then?
But suck'd on countrey pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the seaven sleepers den?
T'was so; But this, all pleasures fancies bee.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desir'd, and got, 'twas but a dreame of thee.
And now good morrow to our waking soules,
Which watch not one another out of feare;
For love, all love of other sights controules,
And makes one little roome, an every where.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
Let Maps to other, worlds on worlds have showne,
Let us possesse one world; each hath one, and is one.
My face in thine eye, thine in mine appeares,
And true plaine hearts doe in the faces rest,
Where can we finde two better hemispheares
Without sharpe North, without declining West?
What ever dyes, was not mixed equally;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none doe slacken, none can die.
John Donne
Picture yourself, two and a half years into your journey to your new
home, the planet T3, rotating around the Star Jiminel, in the
constellation Watcher. T3 is the brightest star in our part of the
Milky Way.
You are still in the home system, our own solar system, having spent the
last two and a half years testing the systems and indeed the spacecraft you
are currently aboard.
All systems are go and the craft has increased its speed, using the larger
planets to slingshot around, and now your course is about to be set beyond the plain of the ecliptic. You and all your fellow passengers and crew are about to
start the journey proper. You and the love of your life.
Let those that have to sleep, sleep and those that watch, watch.
The journey begins.
The Good-Morrow
I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I
Did, till we lov'd? Were we not wean'd till then?
But suck'd on countrey pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the seaven sleepers den?
T'was so; But this, all pleasures fancies bee.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desir'd, and got, 'twas but a dreame of thee.
And now good morrow to our waking soules,
Which watch not one another out of feare;
For love, all love of other sights controules,
And makes one little roome, an every where.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
Let Maps to other, worlds on worlds have showne,
Let us possesse one world; each hath one, and is one.
My face in thine eye, thine in mine appeares,
And true plaine hearts doe in the faces rest,
Where can we finde two better hemispheares
Without sharpe North, without declining West?
What ever dyes, was not mixed equally;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none doe slacken, none can die.
John Donne
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MarkHolbrook
I always get relaxed listing to your soundscapes! Really cool!