“This composite image shows the jet from a black hole at the center of a galaxy striking the edge of another galaxy, the first time such an interaction has been found. In the image, data from several wavelengths have been combined. X-rays from Chandra (colored purple), optical and ultraviolet (UV) data from Hubble (red and orange), and radio emission from the Very Large Array (VLA) and MERLIN (blue) show how the jet from the main galaxy on the lower left is striking its companion galaxy to the upper right. The jet impacts the companion galaxy at its edge and is then disrupted and deflected, much like how a stream of water from a hose will splay out after hitting a wall at an angle.”
From: /www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/chandra/multimedia/photos07-139.html
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Apollo could not help but hear through the utter silence in Aeneas’ heart. Eyes like full moonlight registered inwardly. So deep is this need he asks for my help not Aphrodite’s. It is Zeus’ Will that I stand a shield between HeranHim who is the Supervisor of all the Galactic Dead with heartsansoulsanminds. Meaningful Purpose radiates beyond the thought of sunlight and it is impossible for me to see through the design and clothing of the Necessity who originally gave the three Fates their due, and this is but the wardrobe of the Supervisor – or such are the rumors throughout Olympus.
Strange is it that such the tiniest of what can be called a thing – a step beyond the particle and wave of light, of such a singular quantum-like nature that could cause heartsansoulsanminds could rattle our mountain cage and move a Necessity to change HeranHis Meaningful Purpose. Free Will, that horse only Love can ride is nothing to Necessity’s beckoning. No one, not even I, Apollo, can prophecy the dangers in such dimensional depths. Such is a Necessity that can cause Zeus himself to tremble, So, who does great Zeus send but his son, I, Apollo, born second to Artemis am still the only god known to announce my own birth while also foretelling the births of several benefactors of humankind.
He gathered himself to sweep to the Underworld whose god opening gate is composed of a dark and black insect-like hole with nine downward spiral steps each the depth of three times the distance from the galactic center to the outer universe wall. Each with a mind remembering sign of quantum-like light depicting a single separate humbling human virtue. Each virtue a necessity if one is to be born with soul as well as mind and heart. It is rumored to be one of the first of Necessity’s great inventions that on occasion came to rattle the wise and otherwise all powerful Zeus.
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Evening of the first day and Marios walked into the privacy chamber and shut the great oak door. “You wanted to talk?”
“I do,” answered Sophia succinctly. “Let’s lay down with our eyes staring at the lack of ceiling and wonder this play of ours out.”
He moved in and sat on the edge of the bed staring at the northeast corner. “It is pleasant not having insects, rodents, snakes and other such creatures interrupt a nighttime of sleep.” But for the dreams, he thought, dreams are a plague or bouquet. One never knows.
“I agree. But look who I invited here tonight.”
Marios stood and turned towards her smiling invitingly, “Are we making this a threesome? Who is your other guest?”
“I hope it is Hera. I requested her presence in mind tonight.”
He edged a warning, “I would not wish to cross her, Sophia.”
“That is the idea, Marios,” she declared. “You don’t want to cross with either of us.”
“I’d have to believe in Hera first, and I don’t have to believe in you.” He paused studying her reaction. “You are right here, and you called me to share your bed for discussion. “What is there to discuss? Messenger Aeneas is on his way. The Supervisor could be anywhere. Sleep is but a deception of death and death a deception of sleep in this stony privacy of yours. His ear is no doubt your nightly ceiling.”
“You waste your intelligence on philosophy and useless debates,” muttered Sophia and continued, “Why you were chosen number two I will never know.”
“To keep you in check,” he replied honestly. “And I almost arrived too late. You wanted Charon, our imaginary Ferryman, to be the currier.”
“Just because he’s unseen doesn’t mean he doesn’t exist. And, he has an interest in us, the Dead.”
“Compounding interest, no doubt. Don’t you remember how we arrived? No boatman and no money either. They were paltry tales to keep our interest in the Hereafter.”
“I do not remember. I awoke to my dear mother’s voice. I had ears before I had eyes. And, such tales of death’s survival are true as here we are indeed.”
He momentarily succumbed to her voice, “I fear our deeds are out of us. I fear there is more to this than meets our dead eyes. Why do we have our lashes and lids to protect such eyes here? These things are not necessary in our present clothing. Deception comes from within as well as without. At least life had an end. Deception has moved on with us.”
“You must watch our rear for it. That is your reason here.”
“We wage a demonstration that can move us to a war with Zeus himself. The odds are not in our favor.”
“All the more reason to court Hera,” smiled Sophia in a swelled sense of satisfaction.
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