A few weeks ago I called for my three kids to come join me on the couch. We clustered together around my laptop just as the NASA scientists began their live coverage to unveil the first images sent back to Earth from the James Webb space telescope. One of the scientists referred to the telescope as a time machine, and I knew right then that I was in trouble. I struggle enough to comprehend the cosmos, and I already knew that this new telescope is able to see so far into the depths of the universe that we can observe light as it first existed billions of years ago. Sitting on the couch, I quietly prayed for my mind to expand enough to understand how such things work.
THE THREAD | Telescope days
THE THREAD | Telescope days
THE THREAD | Telescope days
A few weeks ago I called for my three kids to come join me on the couch. We clustered together around my laptop just as the NASA scientists began their live coverage to unveil the first images sent back to Earth from the James Webb space telescope. One of the scientists referred to the telescope as a time machine, and I knew right then that I was in trouble. I struggle enough to comprehend the cosmos, and I already knew that this new telescope is able to see so far into the depths of the universe that we can observe light as it first existed billions of years ago. Sitting on the couch, I quietly prayed for my mind to expand enough to understand how such things work.