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· 2 min read
Izzi

Now what. I have been creating short articles on space and the cosmos and the beauty and sadness of life, on and off for the past couple of years. I was not particularly inspired during 2021 and eventually realised that inspiration will never arrive and that I should probably just get on with it and start writing again.

What perfect excuse than to relaunch my blog posts with the wild and exciting news that the Big Bang never happened. It seems after all we just are. We are. Nothing started and nothing will end, we are in the cosmos and in order to start again, we will die. We are the only fuel to feed the perpetual motion machine, which is the Universe. It is, because we are. It is because we die. Then what. In a sense it is more intuitive than to try to figure out how something came our of nothing. Why out of seemingly nowhere, a Universe formed out of seemingly nothing. It never did make sense, now that we think about it eh? Although I am convinced it was a tiny smouldering straw religious fundamentalists still tried to hang onto. Why oh why, there cannot be something if someone or Something, did not flip the switch, surely. Well my friend, that is exactly it. The Universe is Endless, and Beginning-less.

· 3 min read
Izzi

Tonight we gather to sing scientific songs of praise to Orion and all hunters.

Against a star speckled dome we find the firm bright shoulders of the Hunter, Betelgeuse and Bellatrix. But now I wonder, should we upend convention and follow Herschel’s heed when viewing the constellation from a Southern Sky and name Rigel and Saiph the shoulders of Orion, while the knees bend through nodes and vectors of Betelgeuse and Bellatrix.

Let’s stay conventional for now and while the string of three stars astride the celestial equator remain in place, I am happy enough to see the strong shoulder that steadies the bow and holds a shield is Bellatrix. Aka Gamma Orionis, our Amazon Star. Female Warrior. Closer to Orion’s heart. Her brother, Betelgeuse the shoulder to swing a club, marks the hunter’s right shoulder. She is off course, less famous than her temperamental brother; but beautiful, graceful, steadfast and mostly consistent. Bellatrix will remain in the sky, steadying the shield, long after Betelgeuse had gone supernova.

But let’s not get ahead of ourselves, instead of turning the clock forward and speculating on what’s to come, let’s turn the clock back 9000 years or so, let us imagine a landscape in the Andean mountains. A hunter found, buried, in the Andean highlands. Under perhaps the burial took place under the skies of Orion’s belt, the same three stars the Aymaran people call the celestial bridge. The body rests with legs in a semi-flexed position, a collection of stone tools placed carefully next to them. The hunter was between 17 and 19 years old and one of a many buried around the same period in the Americas.

This hunter, named individual 6, by archaeologist has, like Orion in the Southern latitudes turned science on its head. Individual 6, like a substantial percentage of bodies found were female hunters. Looking at the research it seems 9000 years ago, men and women hunted shoulder to shoulder, much like Betelgeuse and Bellatrix. When we are equal and stand shoulder against shoulder, we are strong. We have a voice, we are heard.

Perhaps we can turn to Orion like the indigenous people of the Andes using Orion as celestial bridge, to help us find a way and reach out to each other across a world so polarised.

Let us then be reminded of the hunter, the celestial bridge that is Orion’s belt, and how the world can be united. To turn to that which is visible to us all, to understand and see that what we see and hear and feel is real, and that while validated, it is really just our vantage points that differ.

Our voices are the voices of people of the Earth, of coming together through looking and validation of what we see. What we hunt we hunt together and what we save we save for all.

https://www.sapiens.org/archaeology/female-hunters/

https://www.rmg.co.uk/stories/topics/south-african-star-myths

https://advances.sciencemag.org/content/6/45/eabd0310

· One min read

I looked up at Antares

but Antares did nothing to acknowledge me.

I looked down at the dandelion

and it could care less.

I walked toward a tree and scared half a dozen birds.

I stepped on ants, scared a harmless snake and

a gecko left left its tail behind,

for me to find

nature is simply a brief diversion from

what lies beyond this precious moment.

· One min read

Brighter than our sun,
Bright as the window beyond death,
The light in the universe
Cleans the eyes to stone.

They prayed for lives without visions,
Free from visions but not blind.
They could only drone the prayer,
They could not set it down.

And windows persisted,
And the eyes turned stone.
They all had faces like statue Greeks,
Marble and calm.

And what happened to love
In the gleaming universe?
It froze in the heart of God,
Froze on a spear of light.

Leonard Cohen