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NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

Gliding through the outer Solar System, in 1989 the Voyager 2 spacecraft looked toward the Sun to find this view of most distant planet Neptune and its moon Triton together in a crescent phase. The elegant image of ice-giant planet and largest moon was taken from behind just after Voyager's closest approach. It could not have been taken from Earth because the most distant planet never shows a crescent phase to sunward eyes. Heading for the heliopause and beyond, the spacecraft's parting vantage point also robs Neptune of its familiar blue hue.

It was reported this week, that Rob Graham Education Center, a K-8 school in Miami-Dade County, has restricted access to the poem "The Hill We Climb" written by Amanda Gorman and recited by her at President Joe Biden’s inauguration on January 20, 2021; becoming the sixth and youngest poet, at age twenty-two, to deliver a poetry reading at a presidential inauguration.

The school decided to remove access to the book for elementary grade students and to only allow access to the book to Middle School students, after one parent filed a formal complaint on the grounds that the poem was “not educational” and included indirect “hate messages", Read More at NPR and The Guardian. According to the American Library Association, nearly 2,600 titles were targeted for censorship in 2022, an increase of almost 40 percent from the previous year.

“The Hill We Climb,”

When day comes we ask ourselves,
where can we find light in this never-ending shade?
The loss we carry,
a sea we must wade
We’ve braved the belly of the beast
We’ve learned that quiet isn’t always peace
And the norms and notions
of what just is
Isn’t always just-ice
And yet the dawn is ours
before we knew it
Somehow we do it
Somehow we’ve weathered and witnessed
a nation that isn’t broken
but simply unfinished

We the successors of a country and a time
Where a skinny Black girl
descended from slaves and raised by a single mother
can dream of becoming president
only to find herself reciting for one
And yes we are far from polished
far from pristine
but that doesn’t mean we are
striving to form a union that is perfect
We are striving to forge a union with purpose
To compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters and
conditions of man

And so we lift our gazes not to what stands between us
but what stands before us
We close the divide because we know, to put our future first,
we must first put our differences aside
We lay down our arms
so we can reach out our arms
to one another
We seek harm to none and harmony for all
Let the globe, if nothing else, say this is true:
That even as we grieved, we grew
That even as we hurt, we hoped
That even as we tired, we tried
That we’ll forever be tied together, victorious
Not because we will never again know defeat
but because we will never again sow division

Scripture tells us to envision
that everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree
And no one shall make them afraid
If we’re to live up to our own time
Then victory won’t lie in the blade
But in all the bridges we’ve made
That is the promised glade
The hill we climb
If only we dare
It’s because being American is more than a pride we inherit,
it’s the past we step into
and how we repair it

We’ve seen a force that would shatter our nation
rather than share it
Would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy
And this effort very nearly succeeded
But while democracy can be periodically delayed
it can never be permanently defeated
In this truth
in this faith we trust
For while we have our eyes on the future
history has its eyes on us
This is the era of just redemption
We feared at its inception
We did not feel prepared to be the heirs
of such a terrifying hour
but within it we found the power
to author a new chapter
To offer hope and laughter to ourselves

So while once we asked,
how could we possibly prevail over catastrophe?
Now we assert
How could catastrophe possibly prevail over us?
We will not march back to what was
but move to what shall be
A country that is bruised but whole,
benevolent but bold,
fierce and free
We will not be turned around
or interrupted by intimidation
because we know our inaction and inertia
will be the inheritance of the next generation
Our blunders become their burdens
But one thing is certain:
If we merge mercy with might,
and might with right,
then love becomes our legacy
and change our children’s birthright

So let us leave behind a country
better than the one we were left with
Every breath from my bronze-pounded chest,
we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one
We will rise from the gold-limbed hills of the west,
we will rise from the windswept northeast
where our forefathers first realized revolution
We will rise from the lake-rimmed cities of the midwestern states,
we will rise from the sunbaked south
We will rebuild, reconcile and recover
and every known nook of our nation and
every corner called our country,
our people diverse and beautiful will emerge,
battered and beautiful
When day comes we step out of the shade,
aflame and unafraid
The new dawn blooms as we free it
For there is always light,
if only we’re brave enough to see it
If only we’re brave enough to be it

I love English Bluebells,
growing under the trees
and how they have multiplied,
providing beauty to please.

To please the senses
of all we see,
with a lovely fragrance,
for you and me.

Thirty-three years ago,
in the month of May,
I ran in a marathon,
up Vancouver BC way.

Rent the void,
be what it may,
no longer the twain,
shall meet.

Gone are the happy days,
no longer the joy,
seeing a shell of
the woman I love.

I still love her,
I always will.
She is sweet,
saying she loves me.

Wants to be with me,
I will work harder
to spend quality time,
with her, my love.

I hate this life,
she now is in.
I no longer believe.
Not anymore.

When I'm gone,
away from here,
please pause a moment
and open a beer.

A morning mist,
kissed the trees,
vanished, blown by
the early breeze.

Long were the rays,
of the setting Sun,
a sprinkling light,
another day done.

oh my heart started singing,
when she entered the room.
I knew at once, the type of trouble,
of my impending doom.

She was bright, with her smile,
one like I had never seen.
Her personality was livlier,
nothing in between.

Lest you get the wrong impression,
of what I am about to say.
She was the most beautiful,
animal, I'd seen today.

So sweet and cuddly,
was the sparkle, she Brang.
My joy was delightful,
of this small creature, I sang.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

Galaxies of the Virgo Cluster are scattered across this nearly 4 degree wide telescopic field of view. About 50 million light-years distant, the Virgo Cluster is the closest large galaxy cluster to our own local galaxy group. Prominent here are Virgo's bright elliptical galaxies Messier catalog, M87 at bottom center, and M84 and M86 (top to bottom) near top left. M84 and M86 are recognized as part of Markarian's Chain, a visually striking line-up of galaxies on the left side of this frame. Near the middle of the chain lies an intriguing interacting pair of galaxies, NGC 4438 and NGC 4435, known to some as Markarian's Eyes. Of course giant elliptical galaxy M87 dominates the Virgo cluster. It's the home of a super massive black hole, the first black hole ever imaged by planet Earth's Event Horizon Telescope.

Photo by Abdullah Alharbi