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Hello!

I am Rebecca Delivuk. I am an MAT student at Chatham. I am sure these facts are uninteresting, but know that

//I am a wellspring of wonder//.

I walk through the world as a child, persuaded that unicorns hide around every corner, that dragons reign in flame, and that little elves will clean my house if I just wait long enough. The little elves have never arrived, but at least I've found my dragon--in astronomy, in Saturn's southern hemisphere, the Dragon Storm lights the sky in electromagnetic lightning.

I love astronomy and words and rhythm. I love to laugh and learn and listen. I love lattes, to which my loving friends add leaves.

Pumpkin lattes are best :)

Sometimes, when I am less sentimental, I play ultimate.

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I'm not as good as these guys, unfortunately, but Ultimate is sexier than a solar eclipse. It's the best sport; I miss it. But at least I'm back in Pittsburgh with my Pens :)

As for my philosophy?



I'll speak it straight-out: The Bible is the best book.

Listen with me to G. K. Chesterton; perhaps then you will understand. He writes that we need not “feel that because one incomprehensible thing constantly follows another incomprehensible thing that the two together somehow make a comprehensible thing.” Wonder with me at the process. Call the wet water bewitched and the shining sun sorcery. Play with me in fairyland, in this world where science explains the state of what is and not the metaphysical “why.” Unless, of course, science told you why a cocoon becomes a moth and not a dragonfly, or why a chrysalis becomes a butterfly rather than a dragon.

There must be a reason why a bulb becomes a tulip but a pebble never does. What is it? Answer me like a child – with fairytales, please. The laws of science fail to suffice. Give me a reason for gravity, for curved space-time, and for particles gathering in clusters of meaning. Tell me it is love. Yes, yes, Einstein said, “Gravity is not responsible for people falling in love.” But maybe love is the reason for people falling in gravity. Maybe love explains the mystery of ever-repeating history. Maybe love explains the tendency, the mysterious effort to attain something. Maybe everything is searching for love, and thus things grow and change and come together.

Maybe God so loved, and grass so grew. Thus "the world is charged with the grandeur of God,” writes Gerald Manley Hopkins. “As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame” while fireflies flit to and fro, flickering radiance in their bulbous butts. All of nature suffuses the infusion of his radiance – not his essence, but the excess of his love spilled out in created beauty. I smile. I hope you do, too.