The Great Red Spot of Jupiter, just below the center, is a seemingly permanent circular storm 15,000 km long--although its color does vary in intensity
Poets say science takes away from the beauty of the stars — mere globs of gas atoms. Nothing is "mere". I too can see the stars on a desert night, and feel them. But do I see less or more? The vastness of the heavens stretches my imagination — stuck on this carousel my little eye can catch one-million-year-old light. A vast pattern — of which I am a part... What is the pattern or the meaning or the why? It does not do harm to the mystery to know a little more about it. For far more marvelous is the truth than any artists of the past imagined it. Why do the poets of the present not speak of it? What men are poets who can speak of Jupiter if he were a man, but if he is an immense spinning sphere of methane and ammonia must be silent?
Richard Feynman
Sources of photos:
http://www.jpl.nasa.gov/images/jupiter/jupiter-v1_640x542.jpg
http://nssdc.gsfc.nasa.gov/planetary/image/jupiter_cassini.jpg
Posted by: Poly Kasda
