I have a friend on social media who, every spring, posts pictures of the gorgeous eggs she’s painted to look like the galaxies of deep space. She drinks nature-themed cocktails while she decorates, and watches an episode of my parents’ show, Cosmos, while the eggs dry. She describes herself as secular but spiritual, and has successfully combined a religious tradition with an understanding of the universe as revealed by exploration. It moves me in a strange way, like seeing an artifact from a society where science and religion were never at odds.
