I have to complain for a minute. I got an e-mail the other day from "family" (I use the term loosely because it's on the wife's side, I've never met this particular person, nor do we converse with the exception of recently and mostly to argue.) Anyway, the picture is and the e-mail stated that it was a "once in a 3000 year event" and it leads you to believe that "miracles" have happened just by viewing this picture.
Now, I've seen this many times in my e-mail over the years with the same "crap" comments and description. Here are the facts. (1) This image WAS taken by the Hubble Telescope as stated in the e-mail EXCEPT it is a mosaic of 9 images; (2) The image is of a white dwarf that is going dead. It ejects a bunch of "debris" or material that creates an hourglass type look. If you were to look at it from the side, it would look like an hour glass. Look at the next image and see if you can see what I mean.
(3) The e-mail makes little to no reference to specifics on miracles but Google can't find any that are actually attributed to viewing this image. The event photographed could be considered a universal miracle just like a rose is a miracle or puppies (if you like puppies. If you don't like puppies, well, get over yourself... They are a miracle.)
Okay. Now that I've said that, DON'T ARGUE WITH THE TRUTH!!!!! That description is TRUTH. Like it or not, it is. Me telling you the truth is not being arguementative, it is TELLING THE TRUTH!!!!! It is dispelling a rumor that is CRAP! How stupid are you going to feel if you never get corrected and continue to believe something stupid, then at a dinner party when someone brings up the Helix Nebulae, you say something stupid like, "Ya, its too bad something like that won't happen again in our grandchildren's lifetime" and get laughed out of the party. How bad would that be?
I know this particular incident is not a really big deal but stupid things like "I know a girl who's friend's cousin's roommate had an aquaintance that heard that you could lick an envelope and get cockroach eggs imbedded in your tongue where they will grow and cause your tongue to explode." (You may laugh but this really did circulate the internet for a while. Check This Out.)
So, if you send me something and I send you something back stating it is wrong or needs clarification, LIVE WITH IT. I'm a Skeptic. Get over yourself and your ego. If you find information to the contrary of what I send, forward it to me. If I'm wrong, I'LL ADMIT IT but you have to prove it first. (With real information that can be supported with valid documentation.)
Anyway, I feel better. How about you?
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