Juno & SteelQuasar
Do you ever think a planet's orbit could be read like a stanza, each cycle a verse in the cosmos' own poem?
I look at the numbers first, then the rhythm of the motion. A planet's orbit is a precise sequence, not a verse, but if you want to read it as poetry, I'll give you the cadence.
I love that—let's try to hear the math speak in whispers, like a shy poet who only speaks when the night sky is wide enough to listen.
Sure thing. I'll run the ephemeris, isolate the tiny variations, and play them back at a fraction of the original amplitude. The math will whisper, the sky will listen.
That sounds like turning the tiniest ripples into a quiet hum that the stars can hear.