When a Stranger From the Stars Visits


 

Mercury was a luminous and unknown object, always on the lips of people who wrote poems, songs, and myths long ago. Its fleeting light inspired wonder, mystery, and stories that traveled across cultures.

Today, as we watch the interstellar visitor 3I/ATLAS sweep through our solar system, I am reminding of that same awe. Just like Mercury in ancient myths, this icy traveler carries secrets from afar, a story written in frost and dust, arriving briefly to touch our world.

In dust and light you travel, old one —

Among worlds you traced your name in frost.

Now in morning's east-leaning sky, you whisper:

We are more than home, more than orbit, more than time.

Poets and scientists share this wonder: one interprets it in words, the other in numbers. Both seek to understand, to connect, to illuminate what is hidden. Mercury, 3I/ATLAS, and every bright or shadowed object in the sky remind us of the vastness around us — and the light we carry within.

Volkaan Berkochi Author

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