The beauty of Hubble’s eye is its nearness to the edge of the imagined, enhanced. A glimpse of the enchanted invisible, not a totem, nor a chakra, but Hubble’s eye is at the verge of the seen unveiling a radical view: wavelengths of elaborate unknowns, suddenly seen as we grow a capacity to wonder, to wander further than ever explored, no longer a victim of those numbed by fictive beliefs. Realize a fact: internalized fear, unchallenged strays us away from what lies beyond us. Under scrutiny, fear is deceit. Common delusion, as it departs us from the sunshiny, telescopic insight from the expanse. Be cautious of impatience. It creates myths, irrational undertones. Superficially innocuous: to love unconditionally against it all, to negate desire itself, reach the upmost. Day in, decade out and centuries after, legend becomes a construction we’re asked to defend, what originally was meant, is continually lost in belittling battles, a hope to validate shared words which shaped our view, helped us survive the worst, the harshness of indifference. The words needed yesterday to survive are not the same today. We pretend they are, somehow feel right, we deal somehow surrounded by rage as we lose what myths are: beautifolded images, art, metaphors drawn in scribbles yet to be unfolded origami as we realize who we are by creating composite images from the IRAS and Spitzer, that reveal as the Hubble what beauty and awe are. Ideas trapped in cuneiform tablets should not dictate what we believe is genuine. Words trapped should caution, past mistakes repeat, history scolds but don't be pressured to believe: myths are facts. As images, not evidence, find comfort in the myth. Even when uncomfortably estranged, find your place in the vast undetermined by honoring the fact that ...........I don’t know! Decide fear won’t dictate the stories I tell myself to serenity sleep despite the faulty rift. Despise uncertainty, don't accept it as the impenetrable. Humility is a blue-stoned river as we realize sacred baggage can’t calm rattled cages. Stand near the edge. If there’s no confidence in what’s true, look upward. I find no difficulty to realize there’s a common soil. My internal Solar System needs no false narratives. It’s only an hour drive away, but we can’t still sit together for a long drive upwardly to where beauty, the serene sleeps unbeknownst to it we observe it to confront ourselves with ourselves. It isn’t about a voyage, nor the Arecibo message but a waiting necessary to stem out intolerance, greed, impatience, fear. If there's a THEM, hope that to them, there's no THEM: we're a right fist fighting with a left fist both part of the same gist, an echo of the same body, oh boy, aren’t we ridicules shrieking against our vast echoes, threatened by what we spread in midair, aghast other-worldly lives await thirty-nine light-years away.
The Arecibo message is an interstellar radio message with basic information about humanity sent to globular star cluster M13.
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Credits: The artwork I created uses two images from NASA which are generally not copyrighted.
The illustration that shows the possible surface of TRAPPIST-1f, one of the newly discovered planets in the TRAPPIST-1 system, credits: NASA/JPL-Caltech.
The image taken by the NASA/ESA Hubble Space Telescope, which shows the colorful “last hurrah” of a star like our sun, credits: NASA, ESA, and K. Noll (STScI), Acknowledgment: The Hubble Heritage Team (STScI/AURA).