A descent deep down into the red, red mist Staring now into that black, unknown abyss Presents left unopened, the champagne on ice First
Shining, Speeding, Twinkling Flying, Manmade object, shining, speeding where? New horizons twinkling, flying, there!
Lost to us in nineteen hundred and fifty one A mother, a daughter, a human being Ethics overridden by a hurried income Lost to us
Never have we owed so much to just one With humble gratitude so badly sung Did we treat you as man or as machine?
Oh! Marie to have known you would have been bliss To have walked with you in Paris divine Watching you tear down the intellectual parti
In sixteen hundred and sixty five The world received a gift, The first journal made science thrive With publishing now cheap and swift Oh
Gently humming in the autumnal breeze Gliding overhead like a wicked dream The black sheep of research, the UAV Not spitting out fire or
More than a bronze nose, His eyes helped shape the night sky. And in his own words, He lived like he was a sage Yet
Born to a Noble Family shortly after BC Gaius Plinius Secundus was he, Or Pliny to both his family and friends At 23 he fought
If science and religion cannot coexist, Then the Big Bang presents quite an ironic twist. Discovered not by an atheistic beast, But by Georges Lemaître,