O telescope, instrument of much knowledge, more precious than any sceptre! -Johannes Kepler

 Another twelve months passed away...

Day follows night, and night the day...
But what are nights and what are days,
Wherein to thread this mortal maze....
I held the earth within my hand...
Then tried to count its golden sand...
And counting it the decades flew
Swift as the flight of wild sea-mew...
~Anonymous

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The consciousness in you and the consciousness in me, apparently two, really one, seek unity and that is love.

Love is never about how often you talk or how often you meet…

It's all about how well you read and understand each other 's heart, in the absence of words.