Galileo's middle finger is on display, somewhere in Italy.
Is it odd that I find that poetic?
The digits that knew the subtleties in glass, and discovered planets in return, are visible from a podium in some museum.
His eyes, having gone blind while under house arrest, are even more intriguing.
The eyes that saw the difference in 4 of Jupiter's moons from his villa in Florence,
that saw the 'Ears' of Saturn,
and that saw the passing of 4 popes in the Vatican over his lifetime;
became void in his old age - from staring at sunspots, no less.
Is it odd that while I look at my fingers, and yours, I see in them two souls that have measured countless other glasses to discover our own heavenly bodies.
And when I reflect on our eyes, I can't help but see the brightest stars in the universe of our Solar faces.
