In the end, the equations scared me off, scuttling crabwise across endless blackboards, confusing and many-directional, trailing into corners and symbols and dusty smudges. They proved unmasterable. I remain only a blind admirer, dazzled by lights in the dark, ignorant of the precise beauties of galactic motions. To admire is joy enough, but I still would like to visit Mount Palomar.
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