Ariadne smiled. “Ready, Grandpa,” she whispered.
Her grandfather had circled that sentence, too. Weeks later, Ariadne stood on the same pier at dawn. She had not returned the book to the attic. Instead, she brought it with her everywhere—not to worship, but to remember. Cosmos - Carl Sagan
But Ariadne went for the books.
“The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff. We are a way for the universe to know itself.” Ariadne smiled
“We have lingered long enough on the shores of the cosmic ocean,” Sagan wrote. “We are ready at last to set sail for the stars.” Ariadne smiled. “Ready