The one great piece of knowledge that having a classical education will give you is the knowledge that you shall probably never be able to use it in real life…..until now……maybe. I've just read the poem through on Galnet for the first time and was instantly struck with a "EUREKA" moment which I found an appropriate phrase for my theory on the contents. The poem seems a straightforward list of clues to locations in the galaxy until you come to the part
"If you would understand it all, seek Fibonacci’s Zephyrum"
Fibonacci as you probably all know by now was a name taken by a famous Italian mathematician who discovered a sequence of numbers which could be used across various problems and it seems that everybody is looking for a mathematical answer to the last line of the poem. (Stay with me, no sleeping at the back). He was only one of a long list of mathematicians who had long searched for this problem, one of whom was Aristotle who studied just about everything under the sun. Where Fibonacci used rabbits as an example for his research Aristotle used bees which are ……insects.(You see where I'm going with this now). Aristotle as I believe, (or should that be beelieve[rolleyes]) thought that all bees hatched from eggs that never had to be fertilised at all. He called this a zephyr/zephyrum/zephyria. EUREKA! So what's the connection with Fibonacci I hear you mumble? The Fibonacci sequence not only occurs in mathematics and computer programming (an easter egg on easter monday) but also in nature. The sequence is found to occur in the make-up of certain plants as well as the breeding cycle of bees (Wow, Aristotle was so close to finding it first). Going back to the make up of "certain plants" they look remarkably not unlike those being found by intrepid explorers on certain planets. Hence my theory is that these plant like structures are in fact unfertilised eggs of a yet unknown species of insect

and they will materialise in the systems hinted to. These may be the ramblings of a space traveller, all those long lonely journeys may have affected my brain or just maybe I have grasped the huge secret that the universe is yet to unleash upon us. If wrong I shall probably be pelted by onionheads at every station I visit but if proven to be right I hope the great Professor Braben will grant me my own station where I shall be able to carry on and further substantiate my work. Be lucky out there pilots……..and watch your back.