The ancients believed that our world ended at the horizon, that the ocean simply fell off into nothing. They couldn’t fathom the immensity of the earth.
Since then we have extended our vision. We’ve touched every continent, climbed every mountain, dove into every sea. We’ve flown to the moon and back, and pine for faraway Mars.
When I was a child, my domain stretched only to the end of my street. When I was a young adult, my universe was a cloister of ivy-covered towers.
In the evening of my life, my world revolves around your white-hot sun.