Reminded me of a favourite book cover (both fave book and cover)
…Poets say science takes away from the beauty of the stars—mere globs of gas atoms. Nothing is “mere.” … It does not do harm to the mystery to know a little about it. For far more marvelous is the truth than any artists of the past imagined! Why do the poets of the present not speak of it? What men are poets who can speak of Jupiter if he were like a man, but if he is an immense spinning sphere of methane and ammonia must be silent?
If you’re curious, as I was, about the source of these colors:
I put (part) of this photo on my new debit card, it’ll arrive this week. The old one is coming apart at the seams, literally, and was due for replacement next spring anyway, so why not. Hope it turns out well, the preview seemed great at least.
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