Ethereal Egg

Might it be a pool or wishing well with rainbow ripples round it wound within an enchanted cosmic dell of a fabulous world newfound— or perhaps a spacetime passageway that tunnels through regions yonder to place where poets come out to play and dreamers can blithely wander? It turns out that what we are seeing in Hubble picture resplendent is light from a central star fleeing through gas and dust zones attendant, to generate arcs of brilliant hue via filters polarizing that render some of the swaths in blue, others green or red, comprising this image of Egg Nebula shown The star at center’s enshrouded by layers of particles outflown, though dual beams gleam through clouded areas, hence illuminating a structure of concentric rings in fashioned portrait captivating, which caused my fancies to take wings. Nebula protoplanetary, in Swan constellation it lies with Cygnus the title primary, discernible in northern skies. The nucleus stellar that’s dying could like chick pecking eggshell seem, as it casts away mantles trying to change to white dwarf in its scheme. Dusty grains that the star’s expelling manufactured within its core may be future systems foretelling from carbon ingredient store… Eggs are vessels for many creatures existing hither and thither, with their multifaceted features, some that walk, swim, fly, or slither. Yet within this huge earthly array of sentient beings great and small the myriad flighted birds convey humanity’s hopes best of all. Numerous authors have been enthused to rapturous lyrical heights while they followed skyward paths and mused on the soaring silvery sights. With intricate trills the songs entreat, of often spectacular art, in lilting tones that can sound so sweet as to lift the heaviest heart. There are even birds of paradise with species exquisite in skills of most amazing displays precise abounding in colorful thrills. But getting back to the Egg on high and how it might relate to us, a sage with the wisdom to descry what’s deep or shallow put it thus with simile of being enclosed in ignorance like binding shell of delusion’s darkness as supposed, holding mortals in thralldom’s spell till beak of awakening breaks through to a view of dimensions vast in the sky of reality true where we freely can fly at last… ~ Harley White * * * * * * * * * Inspiration came from article and image 'Rainbow Image of the Egg Nebula' from Hubble…