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A few triangulations of implicit surfaces, which are defined by the equation above.Â
Mathematics is beautiful. <3
What were astronauts like when they first returned from outer space? Nurse Dee O'Hara: âThey have something, a sort of wild look, I would say, as if they had fallen in love with a mystery up there, sort of as if they havenât got their feet back on the ground, as if they regret having come back to us⊠a rage at having come back to earth. As if up there theyâre not only freed from weight, from the force of gravity, but from desires, affections, passions, ambitions, from the body. Did you know that for months John [Glenn] and Wally [Schirra] and Scott [Carpenter] went around looking at the sky? You could speak to them and they didnât answer, you could touch them on the shoulder and they didnât notice; their only contact with the world was a dazed, absent, happy smile. They smiled at everything and everybody, and they were always tripping over things. They kept tripping over things because they never had their eyes on the ground.â
Craig Nelson, Rocket Men: The Epic Story of the First Men on the Moon (via m-l-rio)
Look again at that dot. Thatâs here. Thatâs home. Thatâs us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every âsuperstar,â every âsupreme leader,â every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived thereâon a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.
It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home weâve ever known.
â Carl Sagan
An ordinary day on Mars. by cosmicdatabase
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midwestern gothic moodboard
Carmelite altar featuring the Flowers of Carmel:
The Infant of Prague
The Blessed Virgin of Carmel and St. Joseph
Sts. Teresa of Jesus and John of the Cross
1400 year old ginkgo tree.
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Photography: Han Fei
"There is a pre-established harmony between thought and reality. Nature is the art of God." - Gottfried Willhelm Leibniz
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