She feels the dying embers of the deep silent breeze of a magnetic force - a personality that no one ever sees, As she looks forlorn at the emptiness, where there is no scatter, She feels the freedom, a drop, precipitous, in particulate matter, She harks now to the eternal being, the one with an indivisible sheen, with a warm welcome in voices one hundred and fourteen, She dances on razor sharp soul strings of the harp verily made of heaven, In enchanting voices and singular music, all of twenty seven She is a passerby on a journey made by eternity, Carrying the life and longings, of hope and humility, Ever forward, never to come back, A glorious, ultimate, immortal travel hack As of Oct/9/2012, Voyager-1 is reported to have hit the edge of the solar system, and has 'left the building'. She carries the golden record filled with 114 voices saying "hello" and 27 musical pieces from the world. As one
On the infrastructure behind all things