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The Death of Medusa (The Perseus Cycle 5)Edward Burne Jones, 1888-1892 Ελαιογραφία σε καμβά, Staatsgalerie Στουτγάρδη

The Finding of Medusa (The Perseus Cycle 4), Edward Burne-Jones, 1888-1892 Ελαιογραφία σε καμβά, Staatsgalerie Στουτγάρδη

The Rock of Doom (The Perseus Cycle 6), Edward Burne-Jones, 1885-1888 Ελαιογραφία σε καμβά, Staatsgalerie Στουτγάρδη

Περσεύς, Ρωμαϊκό φρέσκο Stabiae, 1ος αιώνας μχ Villa San Marco Stabiae

Περσεύς, Αγνώστου Φλωρεντινής Σχολής, 16ος αιώνας Casa Siviero, Φλωρεντία

Ο Περσέας οπλίζεται, Alfred Gilbert, 1854-1934 Μπρούτζος

Περσεύς και Ανδρομέδα, Lord Frederick Leighton, 1830-1896

Ο Περσεύς σώζει την Ανδρομέδα, Michael Willmann, 1682 Ελαιογραφία σε καμβά, Nationalgalerie, Πράγα

Ο Περσεύς μάχεται τον Φιννέα, Giordano Luca, 1634-1705

Ασπίδα του Περσέα, Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio, 1597 Uffizi, Φλωρεντία

Ο Περσεύς αποκεφαλίζει την Μέδουσα, Μήλος, 490-470πχ Τερακότα, Βρεττανικό Μουσείο

Perseus, Max Beckmann, 1940-1941 Ελαιογραφία, Folkwang Museum, Essen

Ο Περσεύς αποκεφαλίζει την Μέδουσα, John Singer Sargent, 1856-1925

Περσεύς με κεφαλή της Μέδουσας, Benvenuto Cellini, 1545-1554 Μπρούντζος, Piazza della Signoria, Firenze Πρόκειται για την 3η φορά που φιλοξενείται αυτό το θαύμα εδώ. Με συγχωρείτε, αλλά δεν μπορεί να λείπει από αυτό το αφιέρωμα. Απλώς ξαναθαυμάστε το.

Περσεύς και Ανδρομέδα, Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres, 1780 – 1867

Περσεύς, Giovanni Stolf, 16ος αιώνας Φρέσκο, Palazzo Mellini Fossi, Φλωρεντία

Περσεύς, Ανωνύμου, 16ος αιώνας Μπρούτζος, Museo del Castello Ursino a Catania

Περσεύς και Ανδρομέδα, Peter Paul Rubens, 1620 Ελαιογραφία, Μουσείο Ερμιταζ, Αγ. Πετρούπολη

Περσεύς και Ανδρομέδα, Carle van Loo, 1735-1740

Περσεύς και Ανδρομέδα, William Hogarth, 1697 – 1764

Perseus on Pegasus Hastening to the Rescue of Andromeda, Βαρώνος Frederick Leighton, 1830– 1896 Ελαιογραφία

Περσεύς και Ναϊάδες, Jones Burne, 1877

Η Celestron SLT μια χαρά θα είναι, και παρακολούθηση και GOTO. Δεν την έχεις πια;

Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space, Carl Sagan, Random House, 1994 Look again at that dot. That's here. 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. Τhe 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 posturing, 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.