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sci-universe:

Under the jaw-dropping sky in Oukaïmeden, Morocco

Here’s the most perfect group photo my camera has shot. We took on an expedition in Morocco with my course mates and our supervisors as part of our Master’s programme at the University of Liège (Belgium). Their TRAPPIST-North telescope, built in the awesome scenery of mountains, is used for detecting and characterizing planets outside our solar system (exoplanets), and for studying comets and asteroids in the Solar System. I’m stoked to start sharing the unforgettable views we saw.

PS. We stood still for 20 seconds 😄

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autumnhobbit:

I don’t think our society has had a serious discussion about exactly what is in the best interests of children, and it’s partly because we’re damn selfish as adults in our culture. And we also have this misbegotten notion that marriage is for the happiness of the two people who are married. Like, if you’re married you know perfectly well that the purpose of the marriage isn’t happiness! It’s foolish to think of the purpose of marriage as happiness, that’s….grow up, for God’s sake, it’s like, come on, that’s so crazy. It’s to help you get through life with a relative minimum of suffering and the possibility of some joy now and then. That’s what you can hope for, you know? Get a little bit of joy, man, that’s a good day, you should enjoy it, because there’s a lot of clouds and there’s some sun. And when the sun comes out, then you should bask in it, but you shouldn’t bloody well be expecting the sun to be shining on you all the time. Saint or not, the sun is not going to be shining on you all the time. And you’ve put yourself together with someone for better or worse, right, you’re both paddling, one on each side in a very leaky boat and eventually it will sink. And maybe what you do is hope that the sun shines on you a bit while you’re still afloat. And that’s not the same as happiness. It’s so naive to think of it otherwise.

Jordan B. Peterson

Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.

Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and
purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
it is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you every where
like a shadow or a friend.

Kindness, by Naomi Shias Nye