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I have a book somecalled 'The Mars Mystery' which looks in detail at the Cydonia region of Mars as well as The Face and what happened to Mars. The images of Cydonia were fed into software designed to detect unusual geometric patterns The software concluded that the objects seen in Cydonia are too geometric too be natural formations.

 

If you look around a bit, there are far more interesting formations than the face on Mars. Look for pictures from the probe that orbited Mars and took lots and lots of pictures from orbit, at times it looks like there are tunnels there which don't look natural at all.

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That's home. That's 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 "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there - on 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.

 

The greatest thing about your original post is that after that beautifully profound and deep post it just went "fuck of Riise".

 

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I have a book somecalled 'The Mars Mystery' which looks in detail at the Cydonia region of Mars as well as The Face and what happened to Mars. The images of Cydonia were fed into software designed to detect unusual geometric patterns The software concluded that the objects seen in Cydonia are too geometric too be natural formations.

 

Until they got better telescopes and found it's not that geometric after all.

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That's home. That's 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 "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there - on 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.

 

Nice quote of Carl Sagan i believe.

An exceptional astronomer and writer.

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Whilst we've got onto things related to space and martians, any old excuse in fact, to post this:

 

wotw1.jpg

 

I will buy the biggest image of that I can find when I get my golden handshake in three times and it will be the centrepiece of one of my walls. Fantastic, fantastic picture. Tunnels on Mars created by these guys, perhaps? :whistle::eek:

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Hubble image of the NGC 7027 star (similar to our sun) going Supernova

 

NGC7027DeathThroes.jpg

 

Hubble image of a black hole in the Circinus Dwarf Galaxy which is 13 million lightyears away from Earth

 

CircinusGalaxyBlackHole.jpg

 

Hubble image of the NGC 6826 star also going Supernova.

 

NGC6826BloodshotEyeNASA.jpg

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One of the most awesome things I've seen is Discovery launch. Even from about 5 miles away, in the dawn sky, it was spectacular. The only other thing I've seen to rival it is the view of the night sky from above cloud cover on Kilimanjaro. You have absolutely no appreciation of just how many stars the night sky has until you get above cloud cover. We see so little usually.

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The edge of the universe, a Hubble 'ultra deep field' image showing the earliest galaxies at the edge of the universe - the starfields circled in green were the very first and are so far away that this is how they looked shortly after the univere itself came into existance.

 

For anyone who doesn't have it or hasn't seen it, you can download the full-fat high resolution Hubble Deep Field image here at the Hubble Space Telescope website and see it in far more detail, unless your PC's a big girl's blouse. A word of warning, it's a 60 Mb file, 6200 x 6200 resolution.*

 

It's absolutely remarkable. The gallery on the site is full of jaw dropping stuff. Like this:

 

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for example. Also, nearly everything is available at high resolutions. Lap it up, space sluts.

 

 

 

 

 

*I did think about posting it up for a chuckle because that page has a direct link to the file, it's not zipped or anything but I thought Dave probably wouldn't be too pleased.

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Whilst we've got onto things related to space and martians, any old excuse in fact, to post this:

 

wotw1.jpg

 

I will buy the biggest image of that I can find when I get my golden handshake in three times and it will be the centrepiece of one of my walls. Fantastic, fantastic picture. Tunnels on Mars created by these guys, perhaps? :whistle::eek:

 

**Warning, Long reply ahead**

 

One day someone will make a proper Victorian War of the Worlds movie.

None of this Americanisation of the book we've had recently and in the 1950's

 

I too yearn for the day when this part of the book makes it to the silver screen...

 

The little steamer was already flapping her way eastward of the big

crescent of shipping, and the low Essex coast was growing blue and

hazy, when a Martian appeared, small and faint in the remote distance,

advancing along the muddy coast from the direction of Foulness. At

that the captain on the bridge swore at the top of his voice with fear

and anger at his own delay, and the paddles seemed infected with his

terror. Every soul aboard stood at the bulwarks or on the seats of

the steamer and stared at that distant shape, higher than the trees or

church towers inland, and advancing with a leisurely parody of a human

stride.

 

It was the first Martian my brother had seen, and he stood, more

amazed than terrified, watching this Titan advancing deliberately

towards the shipping, wading farther and farther into the water as the

coast fell away. Then, far away beyond the Crouch, came another,

striding over some stunted trees, and then yet another, still farther

off, wading deeply through a shiny mudflat that seemed to hang halfway

up between sea and sky. They were all stalking seaward, as if to

intercept the escape of the multitudinous vessels that were crowded

between Foulness and the Naze. In spite of the throbbing exertions of

the engines of the little paddle-boat, and the pouring foam that her

wheels flung behind her, she receded with terrifying slowness from

this ominous advance.

 

Glancing northwestward, my brother saw the large crescent of

shipping already writhing with the approaching terror; one ship

passing behind another, another coming round from broadside to end on,

steamships whistling and giving off volumes of steam, sails being let

out, launches rushing hither and thither. He was so fascinated by

this and by the creeping danger away to the left that he had no eyes

for anything seaward. And then a swift movement of the steamboat (she

had suddenly come round to avoid being run down) flung him headlong

from the seat upon which he was standing. There was a shouting all

about him, a trampling of feet, and a cheer that seemed to be answered

faintly. The steamboat lurched and rolled him over upon his hands.

 

He sprang to his feet and saw to starboard, and not a hundred yards

from their heeling, pitching boat, a vast iron bulk like the blade of

a plough tearing through the water, tossing it on either side in huge

waves of foam that leaped towards the steamer, flinging her paddles

helplessly in the air, and then sucking her deck down almost to the

waterline.

 

A douche of spray blinded my brother for a moment. When his eyes

were clear again he saw the monster had passed and was rushing

landward. Big iron upperworks rose out of this headlong structure,

and from that twin funnels projected and spat a smoking blast shot

with fire. It was the torpedo ram, _Thunder Child_, steaming headlong,

coming to the rescue of the threatened shipping.

 

Keeping his footing on the heaving deck by clutching the bulwarks,

my brother looked past this charging leviathan at the Martians again,

and he saw the three of them now close together, and standing so far

out to sea that their tripod supports were almost entirely submerged.

Thus sunken, and seen in remote perspective, they appeared far less

formidable than the huge iron bulk in whose wake the steamer was

pitching so helplessly. It would seem they were regarding this new

antagonist with astonishment. To their intelligence, it may be, the

giant was even such another as themselves. The _Thunder Child_ fired no

gun, but simply drove full speed towards them. It was probably her

not firing that enabled her to get so near the enemy as she did. They

did not know what to make of her. One shell, and they would have sent

her to the bottom forthwith with the Heat-Ray.

 

She was steaming at such a pace that in a minute she seemed halfway

between the steamboat and the Martians--a diminishing black bulk

against the receding horizontal expanse of the Essex coast.

 

Suddenly the foremost Martian lowered his tube and discharged a

canister of the black gas at the ironclad. It hit her larboard side

and glanced off in an inky jet that rolled away to seaward, an

unfolding torrent of Black Smoke, from which the ironclad drove clear.

To the watchers from the steamer, low in the water and with the sun in

their eyes, it seemed as though she were already among the Martians.

 

They saw the gaunt figures separating and rising out of the water

as they retreated shoreward, and one of them raised the camera-like

generator of the Heat-Ray. He held it pointing obliquely downward,

and a bank of steam sprang from the water at its touch. It must have

driven through the iron of the ship's side like a white-hot iron rod

through paper.

 

A flicker of flame went up through the rising steam, and then the

Martian reeled and staggered. In another moment he was cut down, and

a great body of water and steam shot high in the air. The guns of the

_Thunder Child_ sounded through the reek, going off one after the other,

and one shot splashed the water high close by the steamer, ricocheted

towards the other flying ships to the north, and smashed a smack to

matchwood.

 

But no one heeded that very much. At the sight of the Martian's

collapse the captain on the bridge yelled inarticulately, and all the

crowding passengers on the steamer's stern shouted together. And then

they yelled again. For, surging out beyond the white tumult, drove

something long and black, the flames streaming from its middle parts,

its ventilators and funnels spouting fire.

 

She was alive still; the steering gear, it seems, was intact and

her engines working. She headed straight for a second Martian, and

was within a hundred yards of him when the Heat-Ray came to bear. Then

with a violent thud, a blinding flash, her decks, her funnels, leaped

upward. The Martian staggered with the violence of her explosion, and

in another moment the flaming wreckage, still driving forward with the

impetus of its pace, had struck him and crumpled him up like a thing

of cardboard. My brother shouted involuntarily. A boiling tumult of

steam hid everything again.

 

"Two!" yelled the captain.

 

Everyone was shouting. The whole steamer from end to end rang with

frantic cheering that was taken up first by one and then by all in the

crowding multitude of ships and boats that was driving out to sea.

 

The steam hung upon the water for many minutes, hiding the third

Martian and the coast altogether. And all this time the boat was

paddling steadily out to sea and away from the fight; and when at last

the confusion cleared, the drifting bank of black vapour intervened,

and nothing of the _Thunder Child_ could be made out, nor could the

third Martian be seen. But the ironclads to seaward were now quite

close and standing in towards shore past the steamboat.

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It's amazing to think, that interstellar transmission has only been possible in the last 40 years. Yet we think of contacting alien life in terms of distance, yet, the likelihood is, intelligent life has been and gone millions of years ago, and will hence. The way I see it, the incidence of intelligent lifeforms throughout our universe is like camera flashes going off hundreds of years apart.

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Then, far away beyond the Crouch

 

*f on the GF, I'd neg you if I hadn't repped you first!

 

_Thunder Child_ could be made out

 

Kurt's new son, mentioned in a Victorian novel?! Billy Thunder, timelord...

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As ever, Frankie is right.

 

That Panic! on the streets of Timperley is brilliant. Where's he's dicking around in front of The Stonemasons is where I used to go for take-away when I was round at the missus' place.

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It's amazing to think, that interstellar transmission has only been possible in the last 40 years. Yet we think of contacting alien life in terms of distance, yet, the likelihood is, intelligent life has been and gone millions of years ago, and will hence. The way I see it, the incidence of intelligent lifeforms throughout our universe is like camera flashes going off hundreds of years apart.

 

That paints a brilliant picture in my head. As tom might say

 

 

 

INFINITY.

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dont get me started

 

We would have had intergalactic transport by now, colonising the solar system if we hadn't decided to spend all our time devloping things to blow each other up.

 

*watches the rant begin.* :whistle:

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We would have had intergalactic transport by now, colonising the solar system if we hadn't decided to spend all our time devloping things to blow each other up.

 

*watches the rant begin.* :whistle:

 

Not sure about intergalactic travel, we just dont seem ready for that yet

 

Interstellar travel - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

 

However I do think we would have cracked colonisation by now, definately the moon and possibly mars.

 

Not to mention reducing space travel time between the planets.

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I think inner space needs to be cracked before we really look outward at the stars again.

We need new sources of fuel, communications and nano-technology.

 

Some of the funding spent by NASA is quite baffling - i.e the effects of zero gravity on the growth of cress. I'd rather they spent that money looking into things like Ion propulsion and Tera-Forming.

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