An Essayby Timothy Ferris
About you and me . . .
So, little by little, time brings out each thing into view, and reason raises it up into the shores of light.
Once, years ago when young and proud, I tried by walking for a single day to grasp the enormity of the past.
Space I knew a bit about. Since childhood I’d studied astronomy books and the boundless book of the night sky, acquiring a sense of cosmic cartography. I knew the directions and distances of scores of stars, was familiar with the reefs and shoals of the Milky Way thousands of light-years out, and could find my way down lanky archipelagoes of galaxies stretching from here to the core of the Virgo Cluster. I felt at home in the depths of the sky.