Text by Thomas Traherne, Robinson Meyer

One of the great things about Earth as an image is that…it’s too much.
It helps me to think about how we share the planet,
and the fact that it’s always half day and 
 it’s always half night.
Your midnight is someone else’s moon.

Prompted to seek my Bliss above the Skies,
How often did I lift mine Eyes beyond the Spheres!
Dame Nature told me there was endless Space 
Within my Soul; I spy’d its very face: 
Sure it not for nought appears.
What is there which a Man may see Beyond the Spheres?
Felicity. 

Whether the emergencies of the coming century
Arrive in the form of fires, or floods, or plagues
that rise invisibly from the ground,
They’re likely to become more and more extreme
and less and less familiar.
Even in its quietest places,
the world will become newly hostile. 

No empty Space: it is all full of Sight.
All Soul and Life, an Eye most bright, 
All Light and Love,
Which doth at once all things possess and give,
Heaven and Earth, and All that therein live;
It rests as quiet, and doth move;
Eternal is, yet Time includes;
A scene above all Interludes.