The poetry of planet discovery puts us in our place. Reminds us that even after all this time, even with all our cleverness and contraptions, we are but beloved, untidy children of a fathomless universe. Living in a home where unsuspected planets roll into view as casually as lost marbles out from under the bed. This happens more often than you might think. Last October for example, we found three (planets, not marbles). One of them rumored to be made up of solid diamond. Another with four suns. Four! Imagine that. Like hitting the snooze button on your alarm clock. A sunrise followed by a sunrise followed by a sunrise followed by a sunrise. Four dawns a day. I could get used to that.
March 19, 2013