Light Echoes from V838 Mon
Explanation: What caused this outburst of V838 Mon? For reasons unknown, star V838 Mon's outer surface suddenly greatly expanded with the result that it became the brightest star in the entire Milky Way Galaxy in January 2002. Then, just as suddenly, it faded. A stellar flash like this has never been seen before -- supernovas and novas expel matter out into space. Although the V838 Mon flash appears to expel material into space, what is seen in the above image from the Hubble Space Telescope is actually an outwardly moving light echo of the bright flash. In a light echo, light from the flash is reflected by successively more distant rings in the complex array of ambient interstellar dust that already surrounded the star. V838 Mon lies about 20,000 light years away toward the constellation of the unicorn (Monoceros), while the light echo above spans about six light years in diameter.
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In another Place (neither on Olympus, Elysium or Earth) stood the three bearded ones, witch-hags all and three-in-one also. A ragged bikini or loincloth for this youthful adult, the fair-measured naked Necessity in this story. Following the line of ancient Greek theology, the three are named Clotho, the spinner; Lacheis, the measurer; and Atropos, the cutter of the thread.
Some say this trinity are the daughters of Zeus and Themis, but not I, the Supervisor. They are dressings as powerless as even I in this event as it is driven by the growing or, if you will, maturing of civilization within the thread of humanity in the heartsansoulsanminds of Mother and the first Ten Thousand. Being alive or dead makes little difference, the growth inwardly and outwardly continues, charging through the whole of the species.
Necessity is the Container of All Things and Beyond. Sheorhe is an adult personification of a rugged Beauty and/or Handsomeness of either sexual preference. Imagine Necessity, if you will, stalwart and Olympic-like, animatedly stretching herorhis naked arms out and back as if to perform a grand high dive through the very mystery of the Styx itself.
Clotho, Lacheis and Atropos sit on solid stumps of Oak around a genuine though small rock ring in whose exceptional center floats the pristine pinnacle of Olympus. The top, last gold crowning inch of the Greek gods spiritual mountain, which, alas, has been encircled by the seeming ordinarily exploited stones picked up by the bearded weird sisters and casually tossed into a manifestly vibrant ring that surrounds the golden pyramidal inch.
“I have no flax to spin,” stated Clotho as she glared at that Olympic inch floating and appearing encased by a common ring of casual stones a fist or two in size.
Atropos pointing with long and bony finger and appealed, “Take the gold fiber from that thimble.”
“Make it invisibly thin and as long as Destiny,” suggested Lacheis with a wink and cackle while watching Atropos’ delight turn glower.
With sudden curiosity Clotho asked, “Who’s life is this for?”
“That bumbling nature made species that lives in two conditions at once.”
“You cut their threads, Atropos and yet stationed they are in Elysium between Olympus and Earth.”
“How is that?”
“And now they rebel against the gods and themselves.”
“Why is that?”
“No one knows,” lamented the three as one.
Mystery has no bounds when it comes to these peculiar souls.
“Can they actually build a bridge?”
“Why? Why return to their graves when those dreadful crypts have been conquered?”
“To watch over their children,” declared Clotho. “That is the secret. They rebel the gods to serve the Living from beyond the grave.”
“Such a noble hubris,” suggested Lacheis in faeried bewilderment. “It is no wonder that I commanded to make this thread so long and thin.”
“I say this was not a command at all,” added Atropos the cutter. “Be it done, Clotho, thin and long.”
“The threading of souls, by silent unknowable will.”
“Not even will in a capital puffed.”
“Quietness Unbound.”
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