While Stephen Hawking’s brilliant mind lies trapped within his body’s frail and useless shell (by that same faulty DNA that wrapped its vice-like grip ‘round Gehrig’s living hell), his mind is free to soar among the stars. His unstilled fingers serve as Stephen’s tongue, selecting words from letters on a screen. His artificial voice spreads wit among his friends, who only envy what he’s seen in soaring mental flight among the stars. To see him follow Newton’s hallowed path along some storied Cambridge college hall in slowly rolling chair – at first brings wrath against the fates, then questions – why? — then awe that he still freely soars among the stars. His mind, while contemplating deaths of suns, unlocks the secrets of the universe - the first big bang, its many mirrored sons, mysterious black holes - titanic hearses carrying off the remnants of the stars. His body fettered, soaring mind unbound, this new Prometheus bravely wrestled fate and won, and with his wisdom he has found the grit to rise above his earthbound state and teach us all to know the fire of stars.
Written February 1998 by David L Brungart - © Copyright