The Old Astronomer
I’m told, by a friend of the Investigation who was able to attend Misty Hannah’s magic show in Los Angeles earlier today, that Misty ended the show with this poem…
She very clearly indicated that the poem refers not to ‘our Tycho, who can see and draw the future,’ but Tycho Brahe, the esteemed astronomer.
Still, I can’t help but see insights here. Perhaps it’s just pareidolia…
The Old Astronomer to His Pupil
Reach me down my Tycho Brahe, I would know him when we meet,
When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet;
He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of howurjruuh7szcd82i2
We are working to completion, working on from then to now.
Pray remember that I leave you all my theory complete,
Lacking only certain data for your adding, as is meet,
And remember men will scorn it, ’tis original and true,
And the obloquy of newness may fall bitterly on you.
But, my pupil, as my pupil you have learned the worth of scorn,
You have laughed with me at pity, we have joyed to be forlorn,
What for us are all distractions of men’s fellowship and smiles;
What for us the Goddess Pleasure with her meretricious smiles!dw9w3wflo2hej5f
You may tell that German College that their honor comes too late,
But they must not waste repentance on the grizzly savant’s fate.
Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
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