When we see the shadow on our images are we seeing the time 11 minutes ago on Mars? Or are we seeing the time on Mars as observed from Earth now? It's like time travel problems in science fiction. When is now when was then?

There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow between science and superstition.

Nothing in the universe can travel at the speed of light they say forgetful of the shadow's speed.

In this world full often our joys are only the tender shadows which our sorrows cast.

Manners are like the shadows of virtues they are the momentary display of those qualities which our fellow creatures love and respect.

It is then by those shadows of the hoary Past and their fantastic silhouettes on the external screen of every religion and philosophy that we can by checking them as we go along and comparing them trace out finally the body that produced them.

The memory of my own suffering has prevented me from ever shadowing one young soul with the superstition of the Christian religion.

Prestige is the shadow of money and power.

Inauthenticity is endemic in American politics today. The political backrooms where I spent much of my career were just as benighted as my personal life equally crowded with shadowy strangers and compromises truths I hoped to deny. I lived not in one closet but in many.

Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance.