
When my grandma taught me at age three how to make bread for the whole week, placing the risen braided dough on a giant cabbage leaf before sliding it into the earthrammed outdoor oven she built, ensuring enough moisture prevents it from burning, while imprinting the veins of the leaf to make it look beautiful, I fell in love with the fractal morphology of that footprint, the lifetimes of passion for the discovery of learning and the unknown. Sagan was a genius storyteller of our cosmos, and the magnificence of the journey through space time in the form of information, divine light.
I was not living in Seattle yet when he passed in 1996. In fact I was at ZEW (center for European economic research) in Mannheim in December, doing energy modeling. His passing was a great shock to the entire science community.
Sagan?
ágas ágán = on the branching branches (of trees, of sun rays, flowers, neurons, etc). Perfect for the four billion little Hawks to land on :)




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