Sometimes when I think about the universe and all of the celestial events that take place, I feel really sad that I’ll never see them.
Something like the seeing a star ignite for the first time, witnessing a supernova, seeing a nebula in all it’s beauty, following the trail of a comet, or seeing a comet flying into a star.
I bet an astrophysicists/ astronomer will tell me that none of this is even possible as a star takes a few millennia to do any of that and it’s not overnight. But still, I want to see it.
In this visual it is showing the distance to mars in pixels.
Beautiful. One of the things that I like about science is that even though this is treated as fact, people are still trying to prove or disprove this.
Constant questions, endless answers.
On the one hand, the good news is that astronomers now estimate that there are 17 billion Earth-sized planets in our universe, which sounds like a lot of potential life. The problem is that whenever throw around numbers like that, it’s disappointing because we haven’t found shit out there but cold ass rocks.
There is still plenty of famine, war, and racism on the planet we have. We don’t need to find any other life in outer space. It’s kind of like giving a kid a new puppy for christmas when his cat has been mistreated to the brink of death.
If we have the means to sort out another planet to make it habitable, we can sort out the home we already have.