Introduction...Again

Today is May 18, the birthday of this blog, which started back in 2016 and it has been 5 years today. But these years hadn't been of maximum activity for this blog, the reasons for which we may never know. We all try to follow our passions and then life happens. What I can say, at most, is that life happened to this blog as well.

But now here we are, back with new inspirations, new aspiration and a whole new perception, towards life and its bustling vibrancies. I don't know how much astronomy will this blog have in future and how much justified its name might be, but we will never let it loose its very essence, the scientific method, and therefor it may never get a new name.

It may again house someone's weird musings, someone's heart-warming desires, someone's agony, someone's wrenching sorrows, someone's pain, someone's hard headed experiments, but beyond all it will have bare thoughts. Thoughts that might be stumbled upon but overlooked, that might be widespread but never pondered, that might be sweet but delusive.

We cannot keep this very long, not because we do not have much to speak we definitely do, but because today may be another beginning, and thus this is just a whisper, to many more thoughts, some infant some mature, but all worth sharing.

In the meantime, stay safe.

Her Final Word

We've seen the beginning and end of the universe.

We've seen what it means to have a scientific temperament.

We've tried to figure out the meaning of life.

We've done a lot, but it's less than what we haven't done. I can't even start to list it now.

Blogging was a journey. Apart from obvious linguistic benefits, it was a journey for me inside my own mind. Introspection, if you will.

But per the title, this is my final word. A journey can't continue when the purpose of the journey is lost.

"And anyone could see that I'm lost, through the seas I've been tossed...."

I have questioned a lot that I thought I knew about myself, enough to make me dizzy. Motivation has been crumbling, and what once gave me happiness now feels like a chore. I'll start up again, but who knows when that'll happen? When it stops feeling like a chore? It could be months before that happens.

A final word, then.

"There's more to see, than can ever be seen, more to do than can ever be done. There's far too much to take in here, more to find than can ever be found."

Happy exploring.