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“Contrary to implicit tenets of the green movement, not all that is natural is beautiful, and not all that is beautiful is natural. Maybe that's why the world needs poets. Not to interpret what is plain and obvious, but to help us take pause and reflect on the beauty of people, places, and ideas—things we might otherwise take for granted. Simple beauty that emanates from simple truths.”

Quote by Neil deGrasse Tyson

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Starry Messenger: Cosmic Perspectives on Civilization

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Neil deGrasse Tyson
Neil deGrasse Tyson

Neil deGrasse Tyson is an American astrophysicist, science communicator, and television personality. Born on October 5, 1958, he is renowned for his deep understanding of the cosmos and his ability to popularize scientific knowledge. Tyson grew up in New York City and earned a Ph.D. in astronomy from Columbia University. He served as the director of the Hayden Planetarium at the American Museum of Natural History and has been a member of various scientific committees. more

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