You are that vast thing that you see far, far off with great telescopes.
quote by Alan Watts
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I was interested in telescopes and the way they worked because I had an intense desire to see what things looked like, so I learned how to use telescopes and find things in the sky.
quote by Clyde Tombaugh
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For a long time, we've worked on detecting planets with whatever was at hand, making use of existing small telescopes or even amateur telescopes. It's time to move on to the next stage.
quote by Andrew Gould
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Different Race
We look beyond the stars at night
and ponder at the glowing lights.
Romancing in our fiction head
what might or might not be there.
We close our eyes
and dream of an encounter
with some different race than our own.
Telescopes search the skies at night
for some signal from afar.
Searching for some form of life
that might live on a distant star.
Hoping to find we are not alone
within the universe so vast.
24-25 June 2009
poem by David Harris
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Vast Times And Vast Spaces
VAST TIMES AND VAST SPACES
Vast times and vast spaces
Preceded our being here
Vast times and vast spaces
Will be should we disappear-
Yet our hearts tell us
A revelation from God we be-
And wherever the Universe takes us
We’ll go on for Infinity.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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India is the meeting place of the religions and among these Hinduism alone is by itself a vast and complex thing, not so much a religion as a great diversified and yet subtly unified mass of spiritual thought, realization and aspiration.
quote by Sri Aurobindo
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There have been in this century only one great man and one great thing: Napoleon and liberty. For want of the great man, let us have the great thing.
quote by Victor Hugo
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An Eternal Kind Of Love (Enclosed Triplet)
While time far too quickly passes us by
in the presence of things pure and true
that between some beloved partners does lie,
sometimes the vast protecting sapphire sky
hangs covering over us, in it’s deep blue
hangs somewhat sheltering over you and I,
as there’s longing for something in each eye
of every great thing that we can pursue,
while continually time gets wings to fly
but somewhere a kind of essence does lie,
like something precious with a prefect hue,
as true love is the thing that does us tie
while in every thing for which we vie
you accompany me in all that we do
and somewhere is lost the me and the my
while own interests we do at times defy,
your graceful face remains my only retinue
until the very day that we do die,
even in all that we treat with some fie
we stick to each other like a kind of glue
while time far too quickly passes us by.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Maybe I'll Just Sleep
Maybe I'll just sleep.
Maybe I'll just sleep, because
It's a great thing to do when you're tired.
It's also a great thing to do when you have nothing
Else to do.
It's also a great thing to do when all of your friends
Are out socializing and seeing movies and
Drinking
Which, even if I don't partake, would be fun to watch
And playing in a band
Which
You really want to do but have no
Creative output or
Instrument in reach or
People to play with or
Motivation,
And eating food at wonderful restaurants and walking
Under the stars and saying goodnight to their
Significant others, which
You lack but you don't mind lacking,
Things like that.
It's also a great thing to do when all of your friends
Are skating on crystals and ice or
swimming in everclear waters or
dancing with the girl in the shriveled green dress or
taking themselves apart
piece by
piece.
Maybe I'll just sleep.
Maybe I'll just sleep.
Maybe I'll just sleep.
Maybe I'll just sleep.
Maybe I'll
poem by Adam Harding
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I have a fine lot of telescopes. I have one with which I can see the Mountains in the Moon.
quote by Ezra Cornell
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The matter of a thing
You are a spiritual thing,
You are a living thing,
You are a breathing thing,
You are a amazing thing,
You are a vivacious thing,
and you can arise above anything,
because you were created by the King of Kings,
to do wonderful and kingly things.
Therefore each day, as you look into
the mirror, allow your eyes to behold you.
Also be ever mindful, and make a mental note of
the true, authentic you.
The matter of a great thing.
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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Constellation Of The Heart
We take all the telescopes
And we turn them inside out
And we point them away from the big sky
Put your eye right up to the glass, now
And here well find the constellation of the heart
Steer your life by these stars
On the unconditional chance
tis here where hell and heaven dance
This is the constellation of the heart
We take all the telescopes
And we turn them inside out
And we point them away from the big sky
Put your eye right up to the glass, now
And here well find the constellation of the heart
The constellation of the heart
The constellation of the heart
We take all the telescopes
And we turn them inside out
And we point them away from the big sky
Put your eye right up to the glass, now
And here well find the constellation of the heart
The constellation of the heart
The constellation of the heart
Well we think youd better wake up captn
Theres something happenn up ahead
Weve never seen anything like it
Weve never seen anything like it before
I want a full report
Thats it
What do you mean, thats it?
Thats all you get
Youd better do something bout it
What am I supposed to do about it?
We dont know, but you cant run away from it
Maybe youd better face it
I cant do that
Cmon face it!
I cant do that
Cmon, cmon face it
What am I gonna do?
It is gonna hurt, it is gonna hurt me bad?
Ooh heres the constellation of the heart
Who said anything about it hurting?
Its gonna be beautiful
Its gonna be wonderful
Its gonna be paradise
(just being alive, it can really hurt...)
Ooh find me the man with the ladder
And he might lift me up to the stars
(without the pain thered be no learning
Without the hurting wed never change.)
Oooh and if you see the woman with the key
I hear shes opening up the doors to heaven
Oh and here comes the man with the stick
He said hed fish me out of the moon
Ohoh heres the constellation of the heart
It is the constellation of the heart
Oh yes it is the constellation of the heart
song performed by by Kate Bush
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Don't Forget who is your Father
God is Great
He created you and me so ladies and gentleman
he is the only person to praise and pray
Cause some of us we pray Alan people you pray him
who is him God is the one who created us
so guys help me to Thank him every time i'm sick i call him cause
he is the hiller the killer of diseases in the world
Help me to sing.
How great is our God sing with me how great is our God
all we sing is how great is our God age to age praise his
Great great great great great
great great great great great great great
great great great great great great great
great great great great great great great great great great great
GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD..
Thank you Help me pliz.
poem by Ruvimbo Daisy Matsika
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Computer science is no more about computers than astronomy is about telescopes.
quote by Edsger Dijkstra
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Computer Science is no more about computers than astronomy is about telescopes.
quote by Edsgar Dijkstra
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0017 Suppose it said..
Suppose it said – and, yes
it has been said, that
you were made to be
as much the same, as God,
or, The Creator – or
some other word that
means as much – were made to be
as much the same as – That -
as any human being could be; that
this, waits for you; it’s there;
cease to deny that that is so,
and then, it will be so…
suppose you hear it said; and
like the sound of it; then
close your eyes for several seconds
and open them again; but, it’s all
just the same…
suppose that at that point,
you don’t give up, with, as they say,
'a snort of derision'; but close your eyes again,
and think
I don’t remember such a big denial
all at once; how could a child
know what to deny, or why;
deny so vast a thing?
or could it rather be, a history
of many small denials? ah yes,
that seems quite possible – like
all those things that we put to one side
as – so the song goes on – ‘but not for me…’:
some few were overcome – I thought once
that riding a bike was Not For Me;
but thanks to Dad who proved me wrong,
I’ve thousands of miles of the joy of freedom
ticking on the cyclometer…
but yes, there’s much that’s labelled
Not For Me; once, poetry
was labelled, too, so great a thing
but Not For Me..
suppose a life
without self-deprivation
where all these small denials were denied,
whom would I be then? Would I be great
in so many small acceptances,
that all that life might have to offer,
should be myself? Would that be joy?
I think it could be so.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Roman Gravemounds
By Rome's dim relics there walks a man,
Eyes bent; and he carries a basket and spade;
I guess what impels him to scrape and scan;
Yea, his dreams of that Empire long decayed.
'Vast was Rome,' he must muse, 'in the worlds regard,
Vast it looms there still, Vast it ever will be;'
And he stoops as to dig and unmine some shard
Left by those who are held in such memory.
But no; in his basket, see, he has brought
A little white furred thing, stiff of limb,
Whose life never won from the world a thought;
It is this, and not Rome, that is moving him.
And to make it a grave he has come to the spot,
And he delves in the ancient dead's long home;
Their fames, their achievements, the man knows not;
The furred thing is all to him - nothing Rome!
'Here say you that Caesar's warriors lie? -
But my little white cat was my only friend!
Could she but live, might the record die
Of Caesar, his legions, his aims, his end!'
Well, Rome's long rule here is oft and again
A theme for the sages of history,
And the small furred life was worth no one's pen;
Yet its mourner's mood has a charm for me.
poem by Thomas Hardy
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It was a great thing to be a human being. It was something tremendous. Suddenly I'm conscious of a million sensations buzzing in me like bees in a hive. Gentlemen, it was a great thing.
quote by Karel Capek
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Money is Great
Whole thing is that,
Money is great.
Money makes you here go;
Money makes you there go;
Money makes the mare go;
Money makes the share go.
Whole thing that money is great.
Money makes the business go;
Money makes the easiness go;
Money brings you luxury;
Money makes you merry.
Whole thing is that money is great
Money gives nice sound;
Money brings people around;
Money brings wine, beer;
Money brings all the cheer.
Whole thing is that money is great
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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An Age Of Empires Petty
we still live in an age of empires petty
global domination by military supremacy
threat of nuclear strike by created enemy
only the efficiency and ability
to kill vast numbers instantly
from vast distances away safety
continents away has changed weapon strategy
all praise great industry profit war technology
computer check mate annihilation stupidity
poem by Terence George Craddock
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We and the cosmos are one. The cosmos is a vast body, of which we are still parts. The sun is a great heart whose tremors run through our smallest veins. The moon is a great gleaming nerve-centre from which we quiver forever. Who knows the power that Saturn has over us or Venus But it is a vital power, rippling exquisitely through us all the time... Now all this is literally true, as men knew in the great past and as they will know again.
quote by D.H. Lawrence
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