Not long ago the Voyager space exploration exploration mission launched with a roar into the dark dark night carrying a message for beings beyond the stars from the people of Earth etched on a golden record The golden record held earthly facts and photos drawings and diagrams greet ings in melodious languages There were rumbles and screeches and howls of nature the click-clack of wheels tick-tick of Morse code roaring engines of human flight And twenty-seven pieces of music One was a tune sung by a long-ago Texas street singer named Blind Willie Johnson 7
