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NGC-6888~1.jpgNGC 6888 - The "Crescent Nebula"58 visite"...Nemo unquam imperium flagitio quaesitum bonis artibus exercuit..."
(Tacito)
"...Nessuno ha mai esercitato bene il potere che acquisì malamente (con frode o violenza)..."MareKromium
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NGC-6946-00.jpgNGC 694684 visite"...Cum res trepidae, reverentia Divum nascitur; at rarae fumant felicibus arae..."
(Silio Italico)
"...la Fede e la Devozione in Dio nascono nelle tribolazioni; ma raramente si consumano sacrifici (fumant) sugli altari di coloro che sono felici..."
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NGC-6946-01.jpgNGC 6946110 visite"...Amico mio, se hai bisogno di un aiuto e, successivamente, lo accetti, devi rassegnarti a prendere quello che uno è in grado di darti, non quello che ti piacerebbe ricevere..."
R. Sheckley - "Mindswap"
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NGC-6960-0.jpgNGC 6960171 visite"...Non so, non ho proprio idea di come si combatterà - nell'infausta ipotesi che ciò accadesse davvero... - la Terza Guerra Mondiale.
Sono certo di sapere, tuttavia, nel caso in cui questa Terza Guerra Mondiale effettivamente si verifichi, quali armi useremmo per combattere la "Quarta"..."
L'Auditorio rimase come sospeso, in silenziosa attesa.
"...Con sassi, bastoni e, se proprio occorre, a mani nude".
(A. Einstein)
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NGC-6960-1.jpgNGC 6960 - Veil Nebula105 visite"...Nescire, quid ante quam natus sis acciderit, id est semper esse puerum..."
(Cicerone)
"...Sarà sempre fanciullo colui il quale riesca ad ignorare tutto quanto accadde prima della sua nascita..."
(sentenza ironica per additare coloro che, non sapendo nulla del passato e della storia, non possono dire di saper nulla nemmeno di loro stessi)
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NGC-6960-1.jpgNGC 6960 - The "Veil Nebula"58 visite"...We look not at what can be seen, but at what cannot be seen: for what can be seen is temporary, but what cannot be seen is eternal..."
- 2, Corinthians, 4:18MareKromium
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NGC-6960-2.jpgNGC 6960 - The "Veil Nebula"59 visite"...If you have faith the size of a mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there', and it will move..."
- Matthew, 17:20MareKromium
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NGC-6960-3.jpgNGC 6960 - The "Veil Nebula"56 visite"...The one who had much, did not have too much,
And the one who had little, did not have too little..."
- 2, Corinthians, 8:15MareKromium
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NGC-6960-4.jpgNGC 6960 - The "Witch's Broom Nebula"56 visite"...Assumete il controllo del petrolio ed avrete il controllo delle Nazioni; assumete il controllo del cibo, ed avrete il controllo delle Popolazioni..."
Henry KissingerMareKromium
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NGC-6960-Veil_Nebula-detail.jpgNGC 6960 - The "Veil Nebula"56 visite"...There is no fear in Love, because perfect Love casts out fear; for fear has to do with punishment, and whoever fears has not reached perfection in Love..."
1 John - 4:18
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NGC-6960-Veil_Nebula-full.jpgNGC 6960 - The "Veil Nebula"56 visite"It is You, who made the Heavens and the Earth, by Your great power and by Your outstretched arm! Nothing is too hard for You".
- Jeremiah 32:17
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NGC-6992-00.jpgNGC 699268 visiteSometimes, just before the sleep comes around me
Sweeping my eyes away, with his images
His dreams, his subtle metaphores and
His often obscure allegories that
Even though I try, striving beyond my limits,
I cannot understand and I never will,
I turn my eyes to God, so beautiful and yet
So far, sometimes,
And sometimes so close that, in the rapture
That divides watching from sleeping,
It seems to me that I could touch Him
And so, then, I barely touch Him:
But is only a reflection, elusive and flickering,
Like a portrait painted on water,
A portrait that even the sweetest and slightest touch
Shall inevitably shatter away…
And it really does not matter if that portrait, like a spell,
Shall rebuild itself once again and again, for maybe a million times,
The Artist does not care if his art, so perfect,
Must remain untouchable and elusive...
Some other times, before the sleep may catch me,
I turn my eyes to myself,
That myself who’s a Saint and a Sinner
So small and yet so great
Hidden inside me
Maybe better than me...
And so, in the darkness of the Night that surrounds me
Swept away by my thoughts
And by my memories, now so close and then so far
Tired, because of my fears and anxieties,
I indulge myself up to the waves of the hours
Hours that come and go, in a strange procession,
Too slow or too fast,
But not a single hour, anyway, lasts an hour only
In the Night that surrounds me
When my soul gropes in the darkness...
A starless and silent Night
A peaceful and yet shattered Universe
One beginning and one end, so close,
As close as the trails and the lights
Of a beautiful new Town, that is waiting for me
At the end of this road...
And so, in that peace that only the Awareness,
When enlightened by Pain and Hope can give,
I realize that nothing is really important
And, in the same time, that everything must be...
The face of an ant reminds me of buried brothers
Buried in the sand and fog of Time that has gone by
I cannot see them, but I can hear their voices:
They whisper the sweetest words
And so my eyes, flooded by useless tears, close.
And finally, there’s only the Night.
Paolo C. Fienga - "Poesie"
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