Wednesday, February 16, 2022

#WingedWordsWindsday: 02/16/2022 -- A Birthday Salute to Galileo, My Hero

 WINGED WORDS WINDSDAY

Compiled by Rob Chappell (@RHCLambengolmo)

Vol. 1, No. 16: February 16, 2022

 



Remembering Galileo on His Birthday: February 15, 1564

 


“Galileo’s head was on the block.

His crime was looking up the truth.”

à The Indigo Girls: Galileo (1992)

 

Editor’s Note

                The Italian astronomer Galileo (1564-1642) has been a favorite hero of mine since my childhood days. Not only did he have the courage to speak truth to power in his own time, but his use and popularization of the astronomical telescope paved the way for the development of other types of telescopes, including the small monocular telescope that I wear around my neck to enhance my own vision of the everyday world around me.

                I look forward to the day when Galileo will be fully appreciated for his courageous efforts to build bridges of understanding between philosophy, religion, and science. I would gladly cast my vote for his canonization by popular acclaim! Let his feast day be inscribed as January 8 (the day of his passage over the rainbow bridge), and let the feast day of his scientifically-inclined daughter, Sr. Maria Celeste (1600-1634), be inscribed as April 2 (the day of her own passage over the rainbow bridge). Vox populi, vox Dei! 😊

                In this week’s feature, I have included a brief summary of Galileo’s life and legacy; a notice of his visit with the English poet John Milton; an excerpt from his most famous book, the Starry Messenger, in which he describes his telescopic observations of the Milky Way; and finally, a classic poem about the Milky Way and a quotation from Cicero about the Milky Way, both of which reflect the age-old belief that the Milky Way is like a “rainbow bridge” that is followed by the souls of the blessed after their earthly lives are done.

 

“The Story of Galileo”

Excerpted from an Expanded 19th-Century Edition of Foxe’s Book of Martyrs

                The most eminent men of science and philosophy of the day did not escape the watchful eye of this cruel despotism. Galileo, the chief astronomer and mathematician of his age, was the first who used the telescope successfully in solving the movements of the heavenly bodies. He discovered that the Sun is the center of motion around which the Earth and various planets revolve. For making this great discovery Galileo was brought before the Inquisition, and for a while was in great danger of being put to death.

                After a long and bitter review of Galileo's writings, in which many of his most important discoveries were condemned as errors, the charge of the Inquisitors went on to declare, “That you, Galileo, have upon account of those things which you have written and confessed, subjected yourself to a strong suspicion of heresy in this Holy Office, by believing, and holding to be true, a doctrine which is false, and contrary to the sacred and divine Scripture – viz., that the Sun is the center of the orb of the Earth, and does not move from the east to the west; and that the Earth moves, and is not the center of the world."

                In order to save his life. Galileo admitted that he was wrong in thinking that the Earth revolved around the Sun, and swore that – "For the future, I will never more say, or assert, either by word or writing, anything that shall give occasion for a like suspicion." But immediately after taking this forced oath he is said to have whispered to a friend standing near, "The Earth moves, for all that."

 

John Milton and Galileo

In this classic painting, the English poet John Milton (left) visited Galileo (right) in 1638, while the latter was under house arrest at his villa at Arcetri, Italy.

 


Editor’s Note: In his 1644 address to the English Parliament, Milton spoke out boldly against censorship in England, citing his visit to Galileo six years earlier:

 

“There it was that I found and visited the famous Galileo grown old, a prisoner to the Inquisition, for thinking in astronomy otherwise then the Franciscan and Dominican licensers thought.”

à John Milton (1608-1674): Areopagitica (1644)

 

An Excerpt from Galileo’s Starry Messenger (1610)

                The next object which I have observed is the essence or substance of the Milky Way. By the aid of a telescope any one may behold this in a manner which so distinctly appeals to the senses that all the disputes which have tormented philosophers through so many ages are exploded at once by the irrefragable evidence of our eyes, and we are freed from wordy disputes upon this subject, for the Galaxy is nothing else but a mass of innumerable stars planted together in clusters. Upon whatever part of it you direct the telescope straightway a vast crowd of stars presents itself to view; many of them are tolerably large and extremely bright, but the number of small ones is quite beyond determination.

 


“The Milky Way” (Anonymous)

Evening has come; and across the skies —

Out through the darkness that, quivering, dies —

Beautiful, broad, and white,

Fashioned of many a silver ray

Stolen out of the ruins of Day,

Grows the pale bridge of the Milky Way,

Built by the architect Night.

 

Dim with shadows, and bright with stars,

Hung like gold lights on invisible bars

Stirred by the wind's spent breath,

Rising on cloud-shapen pillars of grey,

Perfect it stands, like a tangible way

Binding tomorrow with yesterday,

Reaching to Life from Death.

 

Dark show the heavens on either side;

Soft flows the blue in a waveless tide

Under the silver arch;

Never a footstep is heard below,

Echoing earthward, as measured and slow,

Over the bridge the still hours go

Bound on their trackless march.

 

Is it a pathway leading to Heaven

Over Earth's sin-clouds, rent and riven

With its supernal light,

Crossed by the souls of the loved who have flown

Stilly away from our arms, and alone

Up to the beautiful, great, white Throne

Pass in the hush of night?

 

Is it the road that our wild dreams walk,

Far beyond reach of our waking talk,

Out to the vague and grand

Far beyond Fancy's uttermost range,

Out to the Dream-world of marvel and change,

Out to the mystic, unreal and strange —

Out to the Wonderland?

 

Is it the way that the angels take

When they come down by night to wake

Over the slumbering Earth?

Is it the way the faint stars go back,

Driven by insolent Day from his track

Into the distant mysterious Black

Where their bright souls had birth?

 

What may it be? Who may certainly say?

Over the shadowy Milky Way

No human foot hath trod.

Aeons have passed; but unsullied and white,

Still it stands, fair as a rainbow of night,

Held like a promise above our dark sight,

Guiding our thoughts to God.

 


This infrared photo of the Milky Way features the galactic core at its center. It was taken by NASA’s Spitzer Space Telescope in 2006. (Photo Credit: Public Domain)

 


Chapter 8 from Scipio’s Dream

By Cicero (106-43 BCE)

                 But rather, my Scipio – like your grandfather here, like me your sire – follow justice and natural affection, which though great in the case of parents and kinsfolk, is greatest of all in relation to our fatherland. Such is the life that leads to heaven and to this company of those who have now lived their lives and released from their bodies dwell in that place which you can see," — now that place was a circle conspicuous among the fires of heaven by the surpassing whiteness of its glowing light — "which place you mortals, as you have learned from the Greeks, call the Milky Way." And as I surveyed them from this point, all the other heavenly bodies appeared to be glorious and wonderful, — now the stars were such as we have never seen from this Earth; and such was the magnitude of them all as we have never dreamed; and the least of them all was that planet [the Moon], which farthest from the heavenly sphere and nearest to our Earth, was shining with borrowed light, but the spheres of the stars easily surpassed the Earth in magnitude — already the Earth itself appeared to me so small, that it grieved me to think of our empire, with which we cover but a point, as it were, of its surface.

 

“I call on the resting soul of Galileo,

King of night vision, king of insight.”

à The Indigo Girls: Galileo (1992)

 


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