Before developing my fascination with the written word and anything literary, I was first a fan of Science especially Astronomy. I have been looking up (or down) at the stars, the moon, and other heavenly bodies the moment I was brought out into the world.
I remember catching glimpses of Star Trek back in the 70's and early 80's and not really watching episodes at length since I didn't have power over the TV. What I got though was time to read and one of the books I picked up from my father's shelf was a small pocketbook that had Kirk, Spock, and Doc McCoy on the cover, with their futuristic uniforms with bell-bottom pants.
I don't remember anything about the book but what I remember feeling was a burning fascination with space, there was always something in that darkness between stars, in the glow that nebulae emitted. I got a chance to pass this fascination, this amazement with the sky to some students a decade or more ago when I was given a chance to teach Science.
I could go on and on...
Leonard Nimoy and a host of movies called Star Trek got me hooked more than Star Wars. You see, Star Trek made space attainable for me. Star Wars gave me space as a fantasy.
So when I found out through a text message from Misis (the bringer of good and sad news, my loving journalist), sadness reached me and continue to overwhelm me like the light from dead stars. But this is not about me. So I'll stop and just post this simple art as my tribute to him who recently moved to the stars.
1931 - 2015
For a short, factual, and loving tribute, read the piece from the Scientific American.
|"Live long and prosper."|
image also from the Scientific American