Stuck on this carousel my little eye can catch one-million-year-old light.

A quote I highlighted many years ago, a footnote which resonated particularly after a high-school sweetheart complained that I over-analysed a sunset:

Poets say science takes away from the beauty of the stars — mere globs of gas atoms. Nothing is "mere". I too can see the stars on a desert night, and feel them. But do I see less or more? The vastness of the heavens stretches my imagination—stuck on this carousel my little eye can catch one-million-year-old light. A vast pattern—of which I am a part… What is the pattern or the meaning or the why? It does not do harm to the mystery to know a little more about it. For far more marvelous is the truth than any artists of the past imagined it.

–Richard Feynman, The Feynman Lectures on Physics