foster12 wrote:Hi Piccinesco! You hit the nail on the head. This is the reason why many are disappointed when observing nebulae and galaxies with their own eyes. The beautiful color photos we see do not actually reproduce what our eye would see
For example, M51 through a telescope (a telescope of at least 25cm under a very dark sky) looks much like the last image on the left of the three http://www.amarmur.c...-4-05-123-4.jpg
Mientras with a CCD camera, one can easily obtain things like this http://www.noao.edu/...rs/m51rolfe.jpg
I've seen it; the perception changes quite a bit, and do you know what comes to mind?
The fact that there is a tendency to seek perfection in every aspect (as reassurance), and especially the point of reference with the life we live,
that is, a continuous flow of perfect, sharp images, practically without defects, both from the perspective of processing and of the subject or subjects (whether they are people or objects found in nature), has literally been lost (at least by the majority of people, myself included, who over time have lost part of that sensitivity to the "imperfect")
the propensity to evaluate things for what they are, and behind it (for me) there is almost exclusively the need to have certainties, securities, which in reality do not exist in any field (except for certain ones unknown to me and for which I regret not having the mind to delve into, because it takes—and they are mathematics, physics, and not just those), like right now, as I am writing, but I could have a stroke in 2 minutes, and then what is the use of the perfection of an object that I possess, or that I would want to "invent"?
In recent years I have been experiencing an immense crisis, stemming from a sense of uselessness of being a man in general; I am speaking about myself anyway, I am not speaking about others.
If I think about music (a thought that comes to mind very often these months) I tell myself "but if I am not able to write music without having to lay hands on an instrument, with only the capacity of the mind to help me, therefore not bound to something tangible, since then you don't know what is there, if there is something, and what you think, if you think, when you die, what you are doing now and what you have done, you lose it anyway, and in a certain sense this "bond" with the tangible makes the relationship "defective," even with that something we like to do; I have at least been experiencing it this way for a few years.
In reality, what I want to say is more complex, but said like this it seems banal and obvious.
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