hubble deep field south

and:

galaxies in the south field of blue heron farm

this is why:

All that deserted space was singing
and I, lost and awed,
looking toward the silence,
opened my mouth and said:
“Mother of the foam,
expansive solitude,
here I will begin my rejoicing.
my particular poetry.”

From then on I was never
let down by a single wave…

(from Pablo Neruda, This Is Where We Live)