We are grinning, ear to ear -- on this quiet cloudy Saturday afternoon (with dustings of snow due in shortly), here (even as we know others are marking profound passings, tomorrow):
The echoes of your past vibrate through space,
And secrets lie beneath your broken skin;
The cracks and rimless craters on your face,
Reveal to us what’s hidden deep within.
Now frozen underground in super lakes,
Under a pitted surface lined with breaks;
A reservoir of life within our sight,
To reach for when we know the time is right.
-- Samuel Illingworth
Plains of Paradise
December 2, 2016
Yes. Opportunity has fallen silent, into eternity. And we will miss that rover's lilting little "voice", to be sure -- so filled with knowledge, wonder and. . . the sweet new undiscovered country. But -- even so -- onward, to. . . tomorrow, and drilling on Mars with the Insight science deck pack. Ever. . . onward.
नमस्ते
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