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Snide, issue 1, May 1940
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Stars by Fred Hurter Have you ever stood beneath the stars on a clear night and tried to comprehend the vastness of space, the magnitude of the universe? The awful vast extent that separates the innumerable stars from one another, the countless millions of large and small suns that stretch in a glittering array throughout space, are almost beyond comprehension. We, clinging precariously to a microscopic ball of earth revolving about an insignificant sun, feel that we are important and that everything was created for our benefit. The fact that each new telescope reveals more and more, and still more stars, stretching on and on til their numbers approach those of the grains of sand on the seashore does not seem to affect us. Not only stars but galaxies, those vast conglomerations of stars cast throughout space like chips of wood on the mighty Pacific, stretch on and on til the mind breaks. Why the mind-staggering myriad of suns, when one would have been sufficient? Surely, galaxies and super-galaxies at immense distances in space were not created to amaze and bewilder the astronomer. The more one studies the universe the more one admires the immensity of God's creation, the beauty, the vastness of His work. It does one good to pause for a moment beneath the stars and realize our insignificance in the vast machinery of the universe, that perhaps there are other people on other worlds gazing with awe and reverence at the stars and wondering if they are alone in this vastness of space. I often wonder if the dictators ever look at the stars and realize their insignificance.
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Stars by Fred Hurter Have you ever stood beneath the stars on a clear night and tried to comprehend the vastness of space, the magnitude of the universe? The awful vast extent that separates the innumerable stars from one another, the countless millions of large and small suns that stretch in a glittering array throughout space, are almost beyond comprehension. We, clinging precariously to a microscopic ball of earth revolving about an insignificant sun, feel that we are important and that everything was created for our benefit. The fact that each new telescope reveals more and more, and still more stars, stretching on and on til their numbers approach those of the grains of sand on the seashore does not seem to affect us. Not only stars but galaxies, those vast conglomerations of stars cast throughout space like chips of wood on the mighty Pacific, stretch on and on til the mind breaks. Why the mind-staggering myriad of suns, when one would have been sufficient? Surely, galaxies and super-galaxies at immense distances in space were not created to amaze and bewilder the astronomer. The more one studies the universe the more one admires the immensity of God's creation, the beauty, the vastness of His work. It does one good to pause for a moment beneath the stars and realize our insignificance in the vast machinery of the universe, that perhaps there are other people on other worlds gazing with awe and reverence at the stars and wondering if they are alone in this vastness of space. I often wonder if the dictators ever look at the stars and realize their insignificance.
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