Burn. The Evidence.

The Old Astronomer

Reach me down my Tycho Brahé,—I would know him when we meet, When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet; He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of how We are working to completion, working on from then till now. Pray, remember, that I leave you all my theory complete, Lacking only certain data, for your adding, as is meet; And remember, men will scorn it, ’tis original and true, And the obloquy of newness may fall bitterly on you. But, my pupil, as my pupil you have learnt the worth of scorn; You have laughed with me at pity, we have joyed to be forlorn; What, for us, are all distractions of men’s fellowship and smiles? What, for us, the goddess Pleasure, with her meretricious wiles? You may tell that German College that their honour comes too late. But they must not waste repentance on the grizzly savant’s fate; Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too truly to be fearful of the night. What, my boy, you are not weeping? You should save your eyes for sight; You will need them, mine observer, yet for many another night. I leave none but you, my pupil, unto whom my plans are known. You “have none but me,” you murmur, and I “leave you quite alone”? Well then, kiss me,—since my mother left her blessing on my brow, There has been a something wanting in my nature until now; I can dimly comprehend it,—that I might have been more kind, Might have cherished you more wisely, as the one I leave behind. I “have never failed in kindness”? No, we lived too high for strife,— Calmest coldness was the error which has crept into our life; But your spirit is untainted, I can dedicate you still To the service of our science: you will further it? you will! There are certain calculations I should like to make with you, To be sure that your deductions will be logical and true; And remember, “Patience, Patience,” is the watchword of a sage, Not to-day nor yet to-morrow can complete a perfect age. I have sown, like Tycho Brahé, that a greater man may reap; But if none should do my reaping, ’twill disturb me in my sleep. So be careful and be faithful, though, like me, you leave no name; See, my boy, that nothing turn you to the mere pursuit of fame. I must say Good-bye, my pupil, for I cannot longer speak; Draw the curtain back for Venus, ere my vision grows too weak: It is strange the pearly planet should look red as fiery Mars,— God will mercifully guide me on my way amongst the stars.

- Sarah Williams, 1868

“To dare in life is to make yourself vulnerable to the possibility of failure. Most of us don’t welcome failure. So instead we avoid taking risks. We compromise, taking cold comfort in the assumption that we’ve removed the possibility of failure as we buckle up in the passenger seat and let life take the wheel. The truth is, there’s no avoiding failure. While failure may never feel good, failure in a life of compromise can be twice as devastating.”

— Ryder Carroll, The Bullet Journal Method (via kxowledge)

Abortion - destroy a life

Let me tell you what happens when abortion becomes illegal.

A mother is forced to go through with a pregnancy that she never wanted. She is constantly shamed and cussed at by society and her own family for ever wanting an abortion. This child once born is often used as a pawn against her. She is manipulated into staying in an emotionally and physically abusive relationship/marriage, all for the benefit of the baby. She is forced to throw away all of her goals, dreams and has to care for her newborn despite her personal trauma.

As the child gets older, it starts to understand. Mommy isin’t crying because she fell over, she hates her life. Mom isin’t being a bitch because she only cares about her self, she over worries about you in fear of you repeating her mistakes that she never told you about. Mom was never lying to you, she was protecting you from the ugly truth. The truth that was inevitable to come out.

The truth that makes you realise how unwanted you were. How you were only needed as a tool of manipulation, a litteral weapon against your own mother. The realisation of how your single existence ruined the life of the person you love the most. Thoughts that mess you up mentally and make you hate yourself.

And honestly? I cannot wish that life upon my worst of enemies. I would gladly give up my life so my mother could have had hers.

Stop telling women what to do with their bodies when it is already the hardest decision she will ever have to make.

~ sincerely, the child of a forced pregnancy.

Source.

Karl-Heinz Ströhle

NASA has released new images of Jupiter, taken by the Juno Spacecraft.

No. 448

A new geometric design every day

I often wonder how many more scientists we’d have if we congratulated kids for working hard rather than praising them for being smart. We need to get rid of the myth that science is only accessible to an intellectual elite.