The Scientist

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The scientist and the poet sits at opposite ends of a room. one with a candle and the other with a telescope craned towards the cosmos.

The scientist speaks in the language
of numbers that translates the essence of the stars into models of physics;
the poet is shaping the stars into words oozing candlelight.

The poet can see mythologies in the constellations. from beautiful Andromeda to the cupbearer Ganymede. their essence floating in the silent blackness, with stories ready to be told.

The scientist doesn't read much poetry. but can see the poetic nature of stardust filtering the insides of human bodies.
each ingredient a confirmation of humans‘ place in the universe.

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