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Light Magnify Words

Soon we will be able to look at pictures from a telescope which show the beginning of time?

It may be a kick in the balls to those who hate the idea of the big bang, or possibly a kick in the balls for the supporters.

For those who may not understand here me out. There is no way to see something Billions of miles away in real time, unless you exist there. When you look at the moon, that light is 8 seconds ago. When you look through a telescope, it simply magnifies light... Which could have took Billions upon billions of years to get here. So if we aim the scope to a specific region and magnify it, we may be seeing billions of years into the past... or 8 seconds.

What do you think of this and it's ability to alter the major politics in your life.. In other words Religion, belief and/or spirituality?

I find it very interesting as I am an avid astronomy buff but I fail to see how a finding one way or the other would alter major politics to any great degree..

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   Winter:

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   Last winter, my family and I packed our bags and headed to Virginia. I went with my brother, Father and Mother. I began my trip with a long and cramped 9 hour drive. I brought along my cell phone, my mp3 player and my acoustic guitar to add a little more enjoyment on my part. We had reservations at a resort in a large cabin without modern capabilities, so I knew I had to bring something to make things a bit more interesting. As the miles past, I noticed the weather changing and the temperature dropping rapidly. Before we checked into the resort, we went to a small local restaurant that had a small thermometer placed on the outside of the restaurant's main door. Although we weren't too surprised to see the thermometer reading -10 degrees Fahrenheit, it was still extremely different from the tranquil weather we were used to. After we satisfied our hunger with some surprisingly good food, we ran to our small cramped economy car. We drove to the city market to pick up groceries for our 3 night 4 day stay in our luxurious cabin. After we got the groceries, we checked into the extremely remote resort which in turn meant no cell phone coverage in the least. After meandering around for a while, gazing upon the beautiful snow-covered farmland, we eventually arrived at our large wooden cabin. We stayed there for the rest of the day looking at the snow fall through the thick glass windows, which seemed to magnify even the smallest speck of snow. Instead of going outside, my family and I had a wonderful time relaxing, laughing, and watching the wood slowly burn in the red brick fireplace. The snow glistened as the moon light shined over it, and the only sounds audible were that of the wind blowing against the outside of the cabin and the aroma of smoldering oak filled the air. The night was peaceful and beautiful. The next morning I awoke to the smell of coffee and the sound of my little nine year old brother singing in the background. I sat up on the edge of the bed and looked up at the ceiling; the cabin was enormous with four bedrooms, three bathrooms, and the kitchen connected to the living room. I brushed my teeth and then took a nice and warm bath in one of our large bathrooms. Afterwards, I dressed myself and proceeded to once again admire the almost monumental cabin. The wooden floors were waxed and shiny, the walls were covered with pictures of nature, and the ceiling must have been at least twenty feet high and made of uncut logs. The shear size of the place was an eyeful. Eventually we all made our way to the kitchen table to have breakfast. I remember what my mom had cooked; it was scrambled eggs made with garlic powder and spinach, freshly made buttermilk biscuits, chopped potatoes made with cheese and sour cream, and lastly apple oatmeal. During breakfast we talked about the snow, how long the ride was, and how cold it was there. After breakfast we all left the cabin and went to the resorts local recreation center. My family played pool and air hockey, so I decided to attend a wood burning class. My brother laughed and said "wow! How hard can it be to burn wood,” well as it turns out it is very hard to burn wood. I walked to the other side of the recreation center and found a small door with the words, "welcome to wood burning," actually burnt into the door! I looked at the door with a smile and realized what wood burning actually is. Entering the class, I was a bit shocked to find out I was the only person who had come to this incredible and destructive class. I mean come on, you get to burn things! That's enough of my adolescent mind. Anyways, back to the story. The classroom contained a large metal table and ten metal chairs. The walls were dark red wood and the floor was spotted with black dusty ash. I walked to the table and pulled out a chair, it made a loud grinding sound as it slid across the floor, which seemed to echo against the walls and made the eerie dim lighted room even creepier. I smiled at the thought of this seemingly haunted room; I always liked being in a place that would normally scare someone, only because I laughed at the thought of "ghosts". The class door opened and a very attractive older woman walked in. She seemed about thirty-five, with long black hair and a bigger framed body. Her face was flawless and she wore little make up. She smiled and said, "Is this the whole class?” I nodded and looked around to be sure no one else was present. She walked to a small closet that I hadn't noticed when I first came in, I suppose because the room was so dim. The closet was filled with wooden plaques and wood burning irons. The lights came on and I squinted, she had flipped a row of light switches beside the closet door.

   13.11.2011 06:59