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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G5BCaerC8rA Hole In The Sky, Sabotage, Black Sabbath, 1975 I'm looking through a hole in the sky I'm seeing nowhere through the eyes of a lie I'm getting closer to the end of the line I'm living easy where the sun doesn't shine I'm living in a room without any view I'm living free because the rent's never due The synonyms of all the things that I've said Are just the riddles that are built in my head Hole in the sky, gateway to Heaven Window in time, through it I fly I'm seeing the stars that disappear in the sun The shooting's easy if you've got the right gun And even though I'm sitting waiting for miles I don't believe there's any future in cars Hole in the sky, gateway to Heaven Window in time, through it I fly I've watched the dogs of war enjoying their feast I've seen the western world go down in the east The food of love became the greed of our time But now we're living on the profits of crime

Handmade Colorful and Charming Celestial Sun Moon and Stars Hanging Mobile

Hanging Stars, Αγνώστου Είναι πράγματι ανεξάντλητη η Τέχνη του Σύμπαντος! Πως θα μπορούσε το Σύμπαν της Τέχνης να είναι πεπερασμένο;

Look to the Stars, Wendell Minor Από την εικονογράφηση του βιβλίου Look To The Stars του Buzz Aldrin

I Look Into The Stars, Jane Draper Stars have ways I do not know, Enormity that checks my thought, Yet on the loom of their fine glow The fabric of my dreams is wrought. I look into the stars, and one After one, convictions die, While more than I have lost is spun Delicately across the sky. I look into the stars, and all The fuming purposes life gives Pass, like mists of evening fall, And all life never has been, lives.

Sun Rings, Terry Riley, 2002 Ερμηνεία: The Kronos Quartet, 2009

Dance of the Planets, eReSaW, 2010

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CzXPe7IPhC0 Elite Mobile Planetarium and Theater Dance of the Planets

Dance of the Planets, Padi Boyd, & AstroCappella/ Chromatics, 2001 When I was a child I tuned in to a beautiful fantasy Humans just part of a peaceful Galactic community I'd look up to the sky at night And I'd ask myself could it be right Are there planets like ours around faraway stars Or are we all alone on our planet Earth home? Are we whirling around imperceptibly Caught up in the dances of gravity A random Galactic anomaly Nine planets around the Sun Spinning and swirling, twirling and whirling Around the Sun Time marches on and astronomers hone their technology Point their scopes to the sky with an eye to unravelling the mystery And like the faintest of calls in the night Lies a signal within a star's light Like a beacon of hope in your burnt umber sky The rising of 51 Pegasi Dancing almost imperceptibly Backward and forward from gravity A companion of closest proximity A planet around a star At the edge of the Galaxy, clusters of stars Their members a billion years older than ours Hold wobbles of planets around their pulsars They've had eons more time than we Is it possible, could it be? Am I watching you, watching me? And at the dawn of the twenty-first century The dream has become a reality We're not quite as alone as we used to be There are planets around the stars Planets around the stars Spinning and swirling, twirling and whirling Around the stars Backward and forward, they're coming and going Around the stars Daytime and nighttime, summer and winter Around the stars We've finally found them, there's planets around them Around the stars

Strawhat Planets, BlueBastion, 2009

The Sun Song, Karen Smale & AstroCappella/ Chromatics, 2006 Our star, the Sun is a big ball of gas And it's 99 percent of our solar system’s mass It's an average star in our Milky Way Warming the Earth every day What powers our Sun and makes it so bright? Come on and tell me, what makes all that light? Hans Bethe long ago reached the conclusion It changes Hydrogen to Helium by nuclear fusion When fusion takes place light is created And it makes its way out (although rather belated) Through the photosphere that's the part that we see The light comes out and shines on you and me About a million Earths could fit in the Sun But if you were there you wouldn't have much fun It's six thousand degrees at the photosphere And much hotter inside the solar atmosphere There are a few places where it's not so hot Like at the center of a big sunspot But heat is relative it's still pretty warm Sitting on a sunspot would do you great harm Galileo discovered sunspots What are those things, those funny dots? They're cooler parts, scientists feel Caused by a stronger magnetic field Those spots move around the face of the Sun Proving to all... solar rotation! A strange kind of movement, to do a full roll 25 days in the middle, 36 at the poles What about flares? I've heard of them here They're like giant explosions in the chromosphere The magnetic fields above those sunspots Reconnecting again after being in knots Above the chromosphere the corona is placed It's millions of degrees and reaches way into space It's very thin, but read my lips That's the part that you see in a solar eclipse That's the end of our song about Mr. Sun We hope that you find that learning is fun But never look at the Sun, you could go blind Just keep on enjoying that warm sunshine!

Planets glass system Wallpaper

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aFGB9HJaVXA&feature=related Let There Be Light, The Songs of Distant Earth, Mike Oldfield, 1994

The Cosmic Tour Guide, Renee James As a child, I was drawn to it as a tale of longing, grandeur, sadness, and playfulness. I was swept up in its images, whirling galaxies rising above an alien horizon, conceptions of bizarre life forms amid Jupiter’s clouds, billions of years of evolution taking shape against a background of simple music. First was the television show. One episode. Another. Soon I felt a craving for Sunday evening. Then came the book. And when that one’s index began falling out from overuse and abuse, another copy. Then came the soundtrack, a vinyl disk with the minds of musicians from Vangelis to Vivaldi scratched into it. I played it endlessly as I attempted to burn the static images of the book into memory before I forgot which music was supposed to accompany which pictures. And still sehnsucht, made all the more poignant by the closing theme of the last episode. The cosmos called. It beckoned. It taunted. In the days before YouTube and on-demand streaming rentals, I could only wait until PBS aired it again, if ever. Meanwhile, dreams of a galaxy rising over my backyard willow tree kept the connection alive. Carl Sagan’s Cosmos was life-changing. It was what every fable promises. A simple street urchin is, in fact, long-lost royalty. Only it wasn’t a fable. I was connected to the cosmos. Me! The material in my body was ancient and painstakingly forged over billions of years, even if its particular organization was only 11 years old at the time. I was kin to the stars. No – I was even more privileged. My mind could grasp something about them, but they were powerless to understand me. I was, in Sagan’s own words, “a way for the cosmos to know itself.” And I wanted to know more about myself. “If only,” I thought. “I could be like Carl Sagan when I grow up.” Yes, that would be fine. I would become a famous astronomer who understands everything (although I probably would lose the turtlenecks and tweed jackets). I would sail from the shores of this cosmic ocean, exploring – at least mentally – places and processes unknown to most. That would require hard work, a competitive spirit, and sacrifice. But where to go first? Everywhere, of course. The entire cosmos beckoned like a map with giant swaths of unknown regions. “I’m afraid you’ll have to specialize,” came the Voice of Reason. Specialize!? That would mean missing out on so much! Still, I chose a direction and promised myself that I would go farther than anyone had before. With my compass in hand and a slightly heavy heart, I charted a course and headed out to sea. But as I set sail, an odd thing happened. I stole a last look at the shore. Countless people milled around on the beach, digging little moats, sniping at each other, and complaining about their impending sunburns or sandy sandwiches. Few gazed out in awe of that vast expanse of uncharted ocean on the horizon. Few contemplated the wonder of it all. Then it hit me. Carl Sagan was an explorer, to be sure. But he was also a tour guide, taking people to some of the more fantastic places within easy reach of the shore. No matter how many times he showed people the same coral reef, he never seemed to tire of pointing out the colorful fish darting around it. More distant, exotic locales might have been accessible to him had he not spent so much time and energy on local tours, but he was driven to introduce this amazing cosmos to his siblings. Some of them would even be inspired to explore the cosmos in ways Sagan could have hardly imagined. What would he have thought about string theory? What would he say about the fact that we build the esoteric concepts of relativity into everyday GPS devices? How would he have reacted to discoveries of not just a handful, but hundreds of planets, some even potentially suitable for life? My guess is that he would have reveled in these and more. Then he would have set about organizing tours to the newly charted lagoons so that others could share in his wonder. You see, Carl Sagan was not an inspiration because he left everyone behind as he explored the farthest reaches of this universe. He was an inspiration because he invited us to accompany him on his journey, so that we could all get a small glimpse of that great cosmic ocean. And he convinced me that being a cosmic tour guide is as important as exploring a distant corner of the universe. For that I want to say thank you. And happy birthday, Carl.

Shoulders of Giants, Padi Boyd & The Chromatics/AstroCappella, 2008 It was a calm and cloudless night but it was all still a blur A shaking of our Universe was just about to occur It was Summertime... 1609 when Galileo used his telescope for the very first time and he saw mountains and craters on the moon and a Milky Way with thousands of stars and he saw Jupiter, with four tiny moons he was the only man on Earth that night who knew That Copernicus was right come outside with me tonight and I can show you wonders of the world to surprise and delight I've got my telescope with me just wait until you see that on the Shoulders of Giants.... ... we'll see beyond! The world turns round and round now around 400 years have flown since Galileo's telescope first focused the unknown Now we use bigger glass to peer into the past And we're discovering the Universe's secrets at last And there are geysers on Saturn's icy moon and planets circling hundreds of stars while all the Universe expands like a balloon from Galileo's tiny scope we've come so far Galileo was right when he looked out in the night and he discovered wonders of the world to surprise and delight I've got my telescope with me just wait until you see we'll stand on the Shoulders of Giants... And every step follows the one before and opens up a new frontier to explore our 'scopes are dancing in space to see the beauty and grace Oh, Galileo would approve, that's for sure And still for me and you we can join in on this too Just climb up here with me where we'll see more It's a calm and cloudless night come outside with me tonight and I can show you wonders of the world to surprise and delight I've got my telescope with me just wait until you see (oh, wait until you see) we'll stand on the Shoulders of Giants (Galileo knew) That Copernicus was right (Johannes) Come outside with me tonight (Kepler found those) and I can show you wonders of the world (planetary motions on the) to surprise and delight (Shoulders of Giants) I've got my telescope with me (And Isaac) Just wait until you see (Newton found his) we'll stand on the Shoulders of Giants (Universal Laws) (He stood on the Shoulders of Giants...) ...to see beyond!

Κανονικά Πολύεδρα, Μυστήρια του Σύμπαντος, Johannes Kepler, 1571-1630

Kepler, Μοντέλο υπό κλίμακα, NASA, 2006

Kepler with distant solar system, NASA, 2009 Λιθογραφία

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aWTo_V4ay3o Kepler, John A.Marmie, 2011 Like another science fiction novel curiosity has left me in suspense Could there ever be another planet like Earth Could there ever be another you...I doubt it I keep searchin' for clues that you exist. One more time around and I think I might have found you baby. And I gaze deep inside a our galaxy to a world I've been imagining a glimpse of paradise. Amazing possibilities Could you be...smiling right back at me thru this looking glass in time… A good planet is hard to find. Like the swirls in the sky of a Van Gogh Masterpiece I stare in space and swear he traced distant galaxies Did he close his eyes when he brushed the canvas Did he think of you and smile when he made the planets picture perfect cosmic harmony A starry night reveals your face, I think he might found you baby. Through Kepler’s eyes I see the light and all the world around me...all the worlds around me Mesmerized, hypnotized, I call your name and I call your name and feel your warmth surround me

TO SEEK…, Stuart Atkinson, 2009 Find us worlds, little one, real worlds! Not more bloated bags of garish gas racing crazily ‘round their stars, barely far enough away from their seething surfaces to escape being dragged down into their heart-of-Mordor cores, but worlds where we could talk and walk on springy, surf-soaked, sandy shores and climb great mountains carved from stone… Find us a place Out There where gentle grey rain would wash our faces as we stood on the edge of a sullenly surging ocean, feeling soft-scented winds blowing in from islands oh so far away. Find us a planet where, slowly crouching down, we’d find real rocks scattered ‘round our feet, lying on the dusty ground; a world where cracking such old stones together would sound like snapping bones… But there is no rush. Gaze at the glittering star clouds shining silently ‘tween the Swan and the Lyre as long as you need; we will wait patiently here on the world below until you Know for sure, then you can finally set us free, send our spirits soaring into a sky revealed at last to have been concealing Other Earths from view all along – as many of felt, but could not prove… I grew up knowing just one Earth – the one I stood on when I looked up at The Moon, wondering how it changed its shape; the one I walked on as I made my way Reluctantly to school, wishing I could have remained At home to watch the latest grainy Moonwalk on TV; The one I gazed down on through my bedroom window, Blanketed with unicorn white, pillow soft snow On unbearable, endless Christmas Eves… But if you succeed, the children of today will need To find new words to describe the nature of their sky. Their heavens will contain countless un-named Other Earths, Each one a blue-green sequin spinning round a distant sun, Glinting in the dark galactic night like a fisherman’s fragile fly. And on that wondrous day, when weary travellers from Terra gaze Down upon the surface of the first New Eden to be reached They’ll whisper your name as they stand upon a golden beach On the edge of an alien sea, and, staring at a strange, strange sky, wonder how it must have felt to be alive in that dark and lonely time when just one Earth was known to Man…

Kepler & James Webb Space Telescopes Stained Glass Window Project, Bill Rabinovitch, 2011

Έχουμε 2 κανονικά αστρονομικά καταστήματα εδώ 1. ΠΛΑΝΗΤΑΡΙΟ ΘΕΣΣΑΛΟΝΙΚΗΣ Πανεπιστημίου 56, 2ος όροφος Μέγαρο ΕΡΜΗΣ Ομόνοια Τ.Κ. 10678 Αθήνα τηλ.: 210 3845102 / 210 38 42 080 fax: 210 3842030 planitario@astronomy.gr Ωράριο Λειτουργίας Δευτέρα, Τετάρτη: 9.00 - 17:00 Τρίτη, Πέμπτη, Παρασκευή: 9.00 - 20:00 Σάββατο: 9.00 - 15.00 Κυριακή: κλειστά http://www.astronomy.gr/main.cfm?module=static&section=store3 Celestron, Skywatcher, Vixen, Televue, Baader και άλλα 2. Telescopeshop Κ. Νομικός & Σια Ε.Ε. Streamtrade International Company Ακτή Μιαούλη 81 & Κανάρη 2 (Χάρτης περιοχής) Πειραιάς 185 38 Τηλέφωνο: +30 210 - 42 82 045, 42 83 077 Fax: +30 210 - 42 83 079 Telex: 21-3309 GULF GR E-mail: astronom@otenet.gr http://www.telescopeshop.gr Meade, Bressser, Coronado, λίγα Orion και Explore Scientific Αν μπορούσα να μείνω για πάντα εκεί θα το έκανα. Δυστυχώς έχω πάει μόνο μια φορά πριν από 16 χρόνια, αλλά δεν ξεθώριασε ο χρόνος τις εικόνες απο τα μαρμαρένια βότσαλα, τους υπερφυσικούς Κούρους, το τελεφερίκ του Απειράνθου, τις γραβιέρες και τα ψητά σηκώτια, το λιόγερμα στην Πορτάρα, το πανηγύρι των άστρων στους διάκωμους δρόμους, το αγέρωχο όρος του βασιλιά των θεών. Είσαι ένας τυχερός άνθρωπος και θα γίνεις ένας τυχερός αστρονόμος. Με την θαλασσινή υγρασία μόνο μπορεί να αντιμετωπίσεις κάποιες δυσκολίες, κατά τ' άλλα τα πετάσματα του στερεώματος προβλέπονται διάπλατα. Animation του Ιωάννη Δουκουμόπουλου [/img] Aphelion Sun and the Portara: III, 2008 Αντώνης Αγιομαμίτης

Τηλεσκόπιο, George Ostrets, 2011 Μεικτά μέσα

Lightwave render of the Lovell Telescope, Nick Stevens, 2010

Skating Serpentine Sun Eclipse, 1871