At The Last Dim Horizon, We Search

Astronomy Is Something Like The Ministry. No One Should Go Into It Without A Call. I Got That Unmistakable Call, And I Know That Even If I Were Second-rate Or Third-rate, It Was Astronomy That Mattered.

We Do Not Know Why We Are Born Into The World, But We Can Try To Find Out What Sort Of A World It Is - At Least In Its Physical Aspects.

The Great Spirals, With Their Enormous Radial Velocities And Insensible Proper Motions, Apparently Lie Outside Our Solar System.

With Increasing Distance, Our Knowledge Fades, And Fades Rapidly. Eventually, We Reach The Dim Boundary-the Utmost Limits Of Our Telescopes. There, We Measure Shadows, And We Search Among Ghostly Errors Of Measurement For Landmarks That Are Scarcely More Substantial. The Search Will Continue. Not Until The Empirical Resources Are Exhausted, Need We Pass On To The Dreamy Realms Of Speculation.

At The Last Dim Horizon, We Search Among Ghostly Errors Of Observations For Landmarks That Are Scarcely More Substantial. The Search Will Continue. The Urge Is Older Than History. It Is Not Satisfied And It Will Not Be Oppressed.