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IHS.jpgIn Hoc Signo... (by Dr M. Faccin)99 visitenessun commentoMareKromium
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Up_and_Above.jpgUp and Above (by Dr Gianluigi Barca)99 visitenessun commentoMareKromium
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Upsilon_Andromedae.jpgUpsilon Andromedae99 visiteVivamus mea Lesbia, atque amemus,
Rumoresque senum severiorum
Omnes unius aestimemus assis!
Soles occidere et redire possunt:
Nobis cum semel occidit brevis lux,
Nox est perpetua una dormienda.
Da mi basia mille, deinde centum,
Dein mille altera, dein secunda centum,
Deinde usque altera mille, deinde centum.
Dein, cum milia multa fecerimus,
Conturbabimus illa, ne sciamus,
Aut ne quis malus invidere possit,
Cum tantum sciat esse basiorum.
G. V. CatulloMareKromium
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ALANBEAN-FANTASY.jpg"Buddies" forever98 visitePete Conrad, Dick Gordon and I were assigned by head astronaut Deke Slayton as the backup crew for Apollo 9. This was super news because this meant we would fly three missions subsequent and make one of the first Moon landings.
The most experienced astronaut was designated commander, in charge of all aspects of the mission including flying the lunar module. Prudent thinking suggested that the next most experienced crew member be assigned to take care of the command module since it had a heat shield and was our only way back home. This left the least experienced to accompany the commander. Pete Conrad had flown two Gemini flights, the second with Dick Gordon as his crew mate. I had not flown at all.
During training, Pete and I frequently practiced our lunar surface activities such as emplacing experiments, gathering rock samples, or making observations. We were excited. We were going to have the ultimative adventure someone in our profession could experience. But while we did, Dick Gordon would be orbiting 60 miles above us. We often fantasized Dick joining us on the Moon for all the fun, but we could never really find a way. But now I'm an artist and in my paintings I can have it my way. Now, at last, our best friend has come the last 60 miles.
One last story. Dick was the more experienced astronaut, yet I got the prize assignment. In the three years of training preceding our mission, he never once said: "It's not fair, I wish I could walk on the Moon too." I do not have his unwavering discipline or strength of character.
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LiveWire.jpgLive Wire (by Roberto Tremolada)98 visitenessun commentoMareKromium
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Equinox_at_the_Pyramid_of_the_Feathered_Serpent.jpgEquinox at the Pyramid of the Feathered Serpent (Image Credit & Copyright: Robert Fedez - Credits for the Author of lyrical prose: Dr. Paolo C. Fienga)98 visiteWhat If…
(…Justice, according to some, is Truth, while Others believe that Justice means Vengeance.
Now, since I know the Truth and I want Justice, I will seek for Revenge.
And Revenge shall be mine…)
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When I was a child, long ago, my Father taught me to watch the Sky, learn the name of the Stars and Constellations.
He taught me to love the Infinite above us and ask myself lots of questions.
I had to do that, even though I had to know that I could have never get any answer. But I was supposed to watch, learn, and meditate. No matter what the outcome of all those efforts might have been.
Now, after many years have come and gone, I still do the same.
When I lay down, in my bed, at night, I see the Stars, lost in a never-ending Darkness.
When I wake up, at dawn, and I look around and what I’m supposed to do, I only see emptiness. Banalities. Misery. Insane disputes that have their foundation in our unfathomable ignorance and stupidity.
I hear inane chatters, dialogues full of commonplaces, empty promises, and clear nonsenses.
Then I ask myself, every day, what actually powers the World, and I understand that our World is not powered by Faith, Energy, Beauty, Love or Empathy and Pity.
Our World runs on lies.
The same lies that make us go through miserable and dead-slow days, spent in an often-desperate search of what we believe is good for us.
We believe that everything will work fine and that, in the end, we shall get our well-deserved reward.
We shall be prompt, precise, on time, rightful and forgiving.
This, all this is what we have been taught that we needed and useful to survive.
So, we also believe that everything we have studied and learned, is the Truth.
And the Truth shall make us free.
We believe in an endless Universe that works like a clock. Only that this Clock is eternal. Immutable. Fixed.
We believe that the Universe does not need to be fully explained, because it explains itself just by the fact that it exists, and we can see it.
At least, a small part of it.
The books explain this in many ways.
And those explanations are the Truth.
A Truth that makes us worthy of living.
But…
What if our teachers lied to us?
And the same was done by our loved ones, when they said they loved us?
Do we have to believe in Love just because of the fact that Love is something eternal and endless?
Do we have to believe that Love is something fit to explain all our hopes, illusions, disappointments, mistakes, and misconducts?
What if our engine, what we have named “Love”, is just something deeply false and nonexistent?
And, if it really does exist, is simply wrong in its foundations and is actually malfunctioning, pushing us at doing and believing in things we do not truly care and believe in?
What if all our dreams, and sacrifices, and good actions, are just illusions founded on a profound misunderstanding?
A misperception of Reality?
What if we are all misled by Love because Love simply does not exist and, if it does, it is something we just dream of, at night, when the blanket of our deepest Truths disappears, thus leaving us surrounded by the sick and naked Reality?
The Reality that we are all alone, eternally lost in a Universe that only lives in our minds?
In our unachievable dreams?
In our fake and fading pity and empathy?
In our empty and opportunistic Faith, perhaps?
What if the Truth is that there is no Truth at all?
What if we are all the unwanted sons of a way too demanding Mother and a mischievous Father?
What if nothing is actually real or, at least, not as real as we thought it was?
That is why we need lies.
We need them to justify our misdeeds and still unpunished intellectual arrogance.
But, above all, we need lies to justify our own pathetic existence that has no other and further meaning, but depriving Others from their good right to believe that we were deeply wrong.
We need lies to explain our lack of capacity to see things for what they really are, such as nothing.
The Universe is empty.
Like the Paradise and Hell: they are all empty.
Like us.
And now, in my old age, and now, that all my tears have been shed and dried up, and now, that all the pains that my flesh is heir to have come and gone, I can finally open my eyes and look around.
But there is nothing to see.
Nothing to live or fight for.
Nobody to hate, and nobody to love, anymore.
I’m alone, in this endless nothing that wraps the whole and inexistent Universe.
I’m alone.
The Universe does not exist.
And, if it ever existed, it’s now passed away.
And so did I.
Amen.
MareKromium
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Freedom.jpgFreedom (credits: Dr Marco Faccin)97 visite"...Un Regno che non conosce la Pietà, è un Regno effimero..."MareKromium
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ZZ-Jupiter and Venus.jpgJupiter and Venus in the dawn96 visiteUna spettacolare congiunzione Giove-Venere del Novembre 2004, come ripresa, pochi minuti prima dell'alba, nei cieli della Turchia (la città che appare nello sfondo è Bursa).
Si tratta di una fotografia amatoriale - a posa breve - ottenuta con estrema semplicità e senza l'ausilio - a quanto ci è dato vedere - di particolari accortezze tecniche.
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Moon Ecyipse - Stonehenge.jpgEclipse over an ancient observatory...96 visiteImmagine amatoriale molto bella e decisamente suggestiva...
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Soviet-LTP-Map1.jpgThe Moon over Moscow...96 visiteI suoi occhi erano chiari e belli
Brillanti, come le notti di Luna piena
E le sue labbra, amaramente dolci
Come uno spicchio di arancio verde
Come una lacrima caduta nello zucchero ...
Le sue mani erano fresche e sicure
Mi stringevano, ma senza farmi male
E la sua pelle, così liscia e calda
Come la sabbia di un vicino deserto
Come le onde di un prossimo mare ...
Quante menzogne, per salvare i ricordi
La voglia di partire e di cercarla
Sapendo che è laggiù, da qualche parte
E lei non sa che io le penso ancora
Ed io non so che lei è andata via ...
Ed è bello pensare a quello che accade
Quando tutto sembra definito, ecco
Il Destino ci viene incontro
E ci prende per mano, leggermente
E ci accompagna, laggiù, dove vorremmo andare ...
Ed è bello pensare a quello che accade
Quando tutto sembra ormai deciso, ecco
Il Destino ci viene incontro
E ci prende per mano, leggermente
E ci porta via, laggiù, dove dobbiamo tornare...
Paolo C. Fienga – “Poesie”
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Hyblaeus_Mons.jpgHyblaeus Mons (by Roberto Tremolada)96 visitenessun commentoMareKromium
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LonelyQuasar.gifLonely Quasar...95 visite"...It was just before dawn,
One miserable morning in black, '44,
When the forward commander was told to sit tight
When he asked that his men be withdrawn,
And the generals gave thanks
As the other ranks
Held back the enemy tanks for a while,
And the Anzio bridgehead was held for the price
Of a few hundred ordinary lives..."
Pink Floyd - "When The Tigers Broke Free"MareKromium
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