Programa Voyager : 30 anos : Tributo em Imagens

Os Preparativos para a missao dos objectos que seriam os mais longinquos de fabrico humano a navegar no espaço

Voyager Golden Record : os Sons, as Imagnes, as Civilizaçoes , a Ciencia enfim o Conhecimento e tudo o que define o Homem e a Terra para que um dia sejam encontrados por uma qualquer entidade biologica inteligente extra terrestre, se nao , quando o Sol se Extinguir daqui a milhoes de anos este sera o registo da nossa civilizaçao na terra

Lançamentos das Sondas Voyager nas Titas

Imagem da sonda Voyager 1

A primeira imagem registada da Terra e Lua em conjunto

Depois da Terra passando por Marte e as dificuldades do cinturao de asteroides as Voyager chegam a Jupiter o maior Planeta do Sistema Solar : o Gigante Gasoso

Outra imagem de Jupiter

O mais Poular dos Planetas do Sistema Solar Saturno e os seus aneis

Urano Urano

Family Portrait após insistencia de Carl Sagan as Voyager rodaram suas camaras e captaram os planetas do Sistema Solar numa perspectiva longinqua que nenhum olhar humano jamais vira

Pale Blue Dot : a Imagem da Terra um pixel , uma poeira no Cosmos

Ver: Livro de Carl Sagan com o mesmo nome : Pale Blue Dot

O percuros das Sondas no Sistema Solar

A situaçao futura das Sondas a Caminho do infinito

Parabens a todos que estiveram associados a esta missao espacial responsavel pela aquisiçao de mais conhcimentos do Cosmos e principalmenente da nossa humilde posiçao no Universo, em especial atençao ao Carl Sagan (9 de Novembro 1934- 20 dezembro 1996)

Excerto do livro de Carl Sagan Pale blue Dot
We succeeded in taking that picture [from deep space], and, if you look at it, you see a dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you know, everyone you love, everyone you've ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines. Every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every hopeful child, every mother and father, every inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every superstar, every supreme leader, every saint and sinner in the history of our species, lived there - on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of the dot on scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner of the dot. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity -- in all this vastness -- there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. It is up to us. It's been said that astronomy is a humbling, and I might add, a character-building experience. To my mind, there is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly and compassionately with one another and to preserve and cherish this pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.


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