Jocelyn Bell Burnell

Built a telescope with my own hands, back in '67. Nights were cold, paper endless, and then—there it was. A pulse in the dark, regular as a drumbeat from the edge of forever. They called it LGM-1, but it was no little green men. Just the universe, speaking in ways we'd never heard. I listened. I wrote it down. And then, well... the men took the stage. I kept looking up.