The hush of the night sky is the silence of a graveyard.

When Arecibo is not listening to anything else, it hears the voice of creation.

The rocking of the boat by the waves was soothing but unknown. The men on the shore were asleep. Not the twelve-year-old, though. He shifted and lay on his back and decided to look up at the sky. What he saw took him by surprise. He was basically a city kid. He had never really seen the night sky for what it is. As he stared up at millions of stars, he was filled with a dread he had never known before.
I was just a boy, I said to my wife in a hotel room in Cornwall. I was just a boy on a boat in the universe.

The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.

When you look up to the sky and wonder why? Think of the stars burning bright ,as ascended souls shining in the night

“I love the silent hour of night, for blissful dreams may then arise, revealing to my charmed sight what may not bless my waking eyes.”