"You can't kill Him."
"It can be done."
"You don’t understand. He brought you back from dead, you will die alongside with him."
"I know," he said. "I'll be dead. But the others will live."
"But you still have a daughter!" she shouted, fists trembling.
He paused, then turned away, his voice barely a whisper. "That’s exactly why I have to do this. I already lost her once,” he said. “At least this time, I can make sure she’s safe."
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Initial results are promising: The water tornado's flow behaviour closely matches that of #protoplanetary discs, offering new insights into how dust particles interact and promote #planet formation.
#PlanetaryScience #Innovation
#Experiment #Simulation #Astronomy
@unigreifswald
https://www.mpia.de/news/science/2025-04-water-tornado-flock
Das Wasser-Tornado-Modell könnte neue Wege eröffnen, um die Wechselwirkungen zwischen Staub und Gas in planetenbildenden Scheiben zu untersuchen. Ein kostengünstiger und flexibler Forschungsansatz!
#Planetenentstehung #Innovation #Astronomie #Simulation #Experiment
https://www.mpia.de/aktuelles/wissenschaft/2025-04-water-tornado-flock
A quotation from Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
I once inhaled a pretty full dose of ether, with the determination to put on record, at the earliest moment of regaining consciousness, the thought I should find uppermost in my mind. The mighty music of the triumphal march into nothingness reverberated through my brain, and filled me with a sense of infinite possibilities, which made me an archangel for the moment. The veil of eternity was lifted. The one great truth which underlies all human experience, and is the key to all the mysteries that philosophy has sought in vain to solve, flashed upon me in a sudden revelation. Henceforth all was clear: a few words had lifted my intelligence to the level of the knowledge of the cherubim. As my natural condition returned, I remembered my resolution; and, staggering to my desk, I wrote, in ill-shaped straggling letters, the all-embracing truth still glimmering in my consciousness. The words were these (children may smile; the wise will ponder): “A strong smell of turpentine prevails throughout.”
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. (1809-1894) American poet, essayist, scholar
Speech (1870-06-29), “Mechanism in Thought and Morals,” Phi Beta Kappa Society, Harvard University
Sourcing, notes: wist.info/holmes-sr-oliver-wen…
Inkt maken van gallen. Kijken hoe dat uitpakt. Ik heb namelijk geen idee of dat met elke soort gal werkt. Ik heb ook nog andere verzameld, van die ronde. Waar de wespjes al uit zijn natuurlijk, we houden het diervriendelijk.
This is a test, hopefully gets translated
Overconfident conspiracy theorists: Many unaware their beliefs are on the fringe
https://phys.org/news/2025-06-overconfident-conspiracy-theorists-unaware-beliefs.html