Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
Take kindly the council of years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
You are child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life
keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams
it is still a beautiful world.
text from Desiderata
by Max Ehrmann, 1927
Sound needs a medium to travel, something to bounce off, and since space is known as an empty vacuum, we shouldn’t be able to hear anything, right? Sound does exist in the form of electromagnetic vibrations that pulsate in similar wavelengths, according to NASA.
In the quest to determine whether space is an empty, soundless vacuum, NASA designed special instruments that could record these electromagnetic vibrations, and transferred them into sounds our ears could hear. The result is astonishing.
“Through specially designed instruments, the NASA Voyager, INJUN 1, ISEE 1, and HAWKEYE space probes used plasma wave antenna to record the vibrations all within the range of human hearing (20-20,000 Hz).
“The recorded sounds are the complex interactions of charged electromagnetic particles from the Solar Wind, ionisphere, and planetary magnetosphere.
“The recordings include, Saturn’s rings, Miranda, Neptune, Voice of Earth, Saturn, Jupiter, IO, Rings of Uranus, Song of Earth, and Uranus.”
“Strictly speaking, the plasma wave instrument does not detect sound. Instead, it senses waves of electrons in the ionized gas or ‘plasma’ that Voyager travels through. These waves, however, do take place at frequencies that humans can detect.”
“We can play the data through a loudspeaker and listen. The pitch and frequency tell us about the density of gas surrounding the spacecraft.”
For comparison, I placed my hat on the ground for these…
They can look a bit eerie, like skulls strewn across the forest floor,
lying among the dead leaves..
a perfect effect for this spookiest time of year…
Regrettably, they were two far gone to eat..
waking from a winter’s dream
the tender Earth yearning
for the rousing touch
of the burgeoning Sun
within the circle
of my arms
turning all the contours
of her resplendent body
though the steady grasp
of my caressing hands
as the flush of spring
life beneath the surface
urgent to blossom
the breathless gasp
of flowers unfolding
to move through her
as the electric Sun
on a long summer’s day
across the arching sky
drawing the folds
of every petal
at they trace the Sun’s
upon her undulating body
and then ardent autumn
at the climax of the rite
exclamations of color
pulsating through her landscape
then, once more, release
of sanguine cascade
and so the dance
hand in hand, arms encircling
the sweet surrender
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