We astronomers are nomads, merchants, circus people, all the earth our tent.

This post discusses the folly of Numerology. It aims to prove that it is a figment of the mind, with no meaning attached.

A poem about the concept of time.

May you always picture where you are as where you're meant to be. May you take in your surroundings like you visited it especially. We all will end up in the soil eventually. Some of you carry such goodness that it nourishes for centuries. May you see life as a show and may the entry fee be empathy sat front row with an empty seat for friends in need. And when you're on form be generous and spread the energy. And when you're not sure be gentle with yourself and don't fo