The poetry of a lightyear lies in its dreamlike definition: a unit of length equal to the distance that light travels in one year in empty space. Just under 6 trillion miles (or 10 trillion kilometers if you prefer). A unit of measurement, in other words, that belongs to the gods. Who, it might be noted, every so often catch us religiously tracking our frequent flyer miles, and try not to smile.
March 27, 2013
The Poetry Of 
March 27th, 2013 at 3:15 pm
… belongs to the gods, and the astrophysicists.
March 27th, 2013 at 7:15 pm
On this I must disagree. I don’t think the Gods hold back their laughter.
March 29th, 2013 at 6:05 pm
We may travel light years in our dreams and yet arrive precisely from where we set off on awakening. Which of these is a dream?
May 27th, 2013 at 7:08 am
to find poetry, humour and the sublime in a unit of length. Kya baat hain! đŸ™‚ have been waiting for your next post. your blog, above everything else, reminds me of my maxim that there is poetry in everything.