C/2025 A6 (Lemmon) 彗星/ 秋季銀河/ 蟹狀星雲 M1/GEM-28 韌體更新

  10/5

 C/2025 A6 (Lemmon) 彗星。可以清楚看見彗尾（橘黃的塵埃尾與白、淡藍色離子尾）從彗核向面對太陽的反方向噴出。

Pentax 75SDHF, SMC 0.72x, K5(full spectrum mod.), IDAS L3 Filter, GEM-28 , MGENII 90 sec x 30 + Pentax DA*200, K3II, ASTROTRACER 50sec x20

 

 

〈彗星 2025〉

總有事情發生

但它沒來時也是

就像是它的軌道

只要初始參數就確定了

而那些以近乎光速離開，前往

極樂世界的祖先吶

即使能再回來人世必

也已過了好幾代

這或許是定律，只不過不是

如所你所想的相對論

當她擔心靠太陽太近時她的

秀髮會被扯散，其實

就只是三千煩惱

蒸發，藍光與綠光的氣神

是否她會感受到那龐然大物莊嚴

迫近時的壓迫與恐懼，是否

會被灼傷

人們會說這叫命運

即是那種在危難時給你希望

但你還在慶幸受到眷顧時馬上

又帶來絕望，尚且

不止一次。薛西弗斯

放棄掙扎吧

身在這恆河沙數之一的泡泡中

你其實就是彗星一直

在既定的軌道上的

詛咒

還有其他的，由宇宙視界阻隔

我們不過是在同一個培養皿裡

（2025/10/17 初稿）

今晚在鞍部的彗星小 party 頗熱鬧，約有七、八台車多組設備。還遇到第一次上來的Jack 蔡兄。

本來幾個人打算試試叫外送看願不願意送到鞍部氣象站門口，結果後來星友自行開車到文大外的麥當勞為大家買宵夜，大感謝 Hudson。

天氣跟透明度都很不錯，雖然兩點多東南方飄了一團怪雲讓人緊張了一下，不過十多分鐘就散了。三點多彗星升上來之後，天空又更暗了些，SQM最暗曾到 20.4 mpsas，根據過去經驗，台北市應該有雲海，所以才比平常減少約0.3~0.4 mpsas的光害。

拍攝期間我也以10x56雙筒觀賞，從大熊座的腳掌向東南移動不遠很快就看到了 Lemon彗星，非常明顯，但彗髮鬆散如一朵蒲公英。

早上拍完平場，大家一番寒暄後，收拾行李各赴歸途，我在巴拉卡公路上向台北市望去果然市區還在小小的雲海裡。經過觀景台我停下來拍了幾張雲海照。

9/29~30


今晚主要目標是利用此無風的天候測試GEM-28的導星穩定度，
即是載約9公斤設備、等效焦距1500mm，搭配MGENII導星時的可用率。然後下半夜等A6彗星升上來拍攝彗星

等待彗星升起時拍的秋季銀河

Pentax K3II, Pentax DA10-17 @10mm 魚眼 ,機身內建ASTROTRACER CMOS 恆星時追蹤 總曝光 12分鐘（90sec x8 ）+ 固定攝影 60sec x1

M1 蟹狀星雲

Pentax 105SDHF + smc 1.4x-L , K5 (full spectrum mod.) , IDAS NB1 filter , MGENII+GEM28.  120sec x30 

使用金牛座的蟹狀星雲(M1)  來測試，結果還算不錯，每張曝光兩分鐘共曝30張，  roundness 0.8以上佔了九成。在沒有風的影響下證明它在導星追蹤時的可靠性。
Ｍ1 是一個很有名的超新星殘骸，不斷出現在各種天文書籍中，我對它印象最深刻的是從前閱讀卡爾沙岡的《宇宙》時書裡提到的，據說那顆超新星於1054年爆炸時，世界各地有不少人目睹並留下紀錄，連白天也看得到。現在我們透過望遠鏡目視、拍攝的是它的殘骸。書上的Ｍ1照片是很粗糙的，跟眼視看起來一樣糊，不過在那個仍以底片為主的攝影時代，業餘天文攝影的門檻很高，所以每張天體照片都令人驚奇羨慕，以當時人類對於太空的探索才剛要開始的情況來說，那本書裡的圖片相當豐富且引人入勝，讓人充滿想像。

可用率算不錯。MGENII 導星 參數維持與之前一樣：0.6 x speed，導星曝光時間1000ms，aggr. 80%，mode 2

撈到一顆流星。

彗星剛升上來不久薄雲就幾乎蓋住了整個天空，雖然透過薄雲還是持續拍得到，但減光太嚴重，曝光效率極差。

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*關於彗星的拍攝，請參考:

（如何）在陽明山追逐／拍攝彗星

晴朗的夜晚適合聽露天演唱會與上山看星星/ M51 and Friends/ A Magician of Night

3/29
不用多說了。二十年前沒參與到，二十年後一定要來。
大安森林公園。
下午到時舞台前早已擠滿人，所以我們便到左後方的大螢幕前的草坪。
小朋友們很高興。從頭跟著唱到尾啊。
現場聽起來今天阿信的聲音絕佳（沒有有時候看演唱會側錄的youtube時聽起來覺得鼻音有點重）。

Carnations/ An Old Hand Puppet Master/ That Fellow/ Roses and Guns

original poem 〈康乃馨〉
english translation by Jeats

Carnations


A little girl was muddy on her cheeks 
Her hand reached out asking me for a bouquet of Carnations

“I shall tell my mom, I’ve got Carnations for her.”

She so happily turned around
Running towards the cemetery on the hill

Inquiry/ Vortex

original poem 〈問〉
english translation by Jeats


Inquiry 

1.
The girl who loved scrawling took away
Crayons from the hands
And along the center of the road she started
Drawing double yellow lines
Since then I all the time chased
Two naughty twisted braids

COSMOS (Photons Forward in Spiral)

original poem〈宇宙〉（螺旋前進的光子） 
english translation by Jeats


COSMOS (Photons Forward in Spiral)



Full of lush branches and twigs
Spring and spring were
Woven into space
Outside was a secret place none has been back 
The Geodesics of fate
Hundreds and millions of turning around
The encounter of you and me
Each had a firm vow
Intersection was the simplest and
The straightest shortcut

From just a frowning and a smelling
Thin line of the mouth was affected
The unseen current of time was bursting out
Connecting island with island
At the groups of ships unloaded
We temporarily inhabited at the infinite
Sequence of numbers moving all the way
Dared not to sleep
In case that sea thieves would steal away
Our hope when we were awake
A boiler without any stain or
The empty space of the sailing dairy were
More depressing than the death of a passenger

When closing eyes
Would there be a dutiful sailor
Keeping on supervising this fancy sea city continuingly?
Was that because of you being absentminded
Insects and birds were so energetic?
Would night-blooming cereus still fade away
If I still gazed at it on and on?

You and I took turns staying up the night
To pray for St. Elmo's Fire
Wild darkness of the church
Made the collage Rosy windows inferior and humble
Leftover music of six string lyre
Multi-dimensional transplanted
Waves of metaphors
Lingered between the ancient pillars
An ark full of precise fixture instruments
Erased its ultimate coordinate

Gleaming and flashing fingerlings
Flied over in group from the side of boats 
To pass over the polar night and
Double slits under lovers’ eyelids
Like a burst of meteor shower 
With simplified details by desire
We just let ourselves in crisscrossed jolt and shake 
In puzzles of miracles having nothing to do with the standard
In the journey pre-compressed
The pendulum forgot to swing


Whether the only answer to the function was
If it could 
Concentrate at some point
To make the stupidity and anger outside the focus gradually
Disperse their molecules
If like that I could steer away
The anxiety of the vast sea territory
To make you under the eyelid
The last and only anchor

Twilight/ Your Smile/ The Curse of Truth

original poem 〈黃昏〉

englsih translation by Jeats

Twilight

Another dusk is coming
The sea watchers
Seem like the very 
Stones on the road of fate
Which stop the light-armed nights, or just like
the pectinate tooth plants beside the long beach, slowly
Combing the smooth hair of time

It is so charming and alluring
Sea is a rounded
Young wife, softly stirring up
Every slip of pure white laces. A small boat is
Sliding out from the breast cleavage 
Then came out a crystal necklace
Waves sluggishly sway like a petticoat

Fisher boat’s light fumigates the dusky cloud
Alas! Star lights are
Finally, like tears
Glittering in the darkness; galloping are
Those ferry boats round and round
Like singers clearing their throats

Vaguely there was such 
A twilight
Tides seldom repeated
Wind and rain were tired from duties.
Wild geese also returned to
Home on the depth of green vein…

Just like at this moment, I am holding your hand
Holding your hand and walking through silently in the twilight

The Pianist of the Starry Sky

my original poem〈星空的鋼琴師〉
english translation by Jeats



The Pianist of the Starry Sky


He used to wander in the night of no performance
To the solemn cathedral 
Gazing at that piano with the dark blue starlight
Such a gigantic black piano
An over-beautiful piano played by no one

Aspiring to own and caress her
Familiarly, he could tell the name of each key
Imaging that was 
A stairway to Heaven 
Seven and one third spirals
Every spiral was a stone step of twelve heated marbles 
Soft stamps would splash out the steaming moon-light
He could hear of Heaven Sound rising from the feet

Eighty eight constellations shined through a lot
He was a descendent of the first poet in Carteya family 
His soul flied back to Mesopotamia from time to time
Inhabiting at the rimless pasture and dreaming
He stringed up those stranded pearls
As if kissing branded on the lover’s neck

He was a pianist, shuttling through the banquets
With crystal glass, diamonds, tobacco and good wine
Indulged in being like an animal, he passionately
Kept fingers back and forth on piano keys lustfully
Listeners were amazed at seeing ten angels 
Flying in dance in and out at the stairway to Heaven

Heaven was of Baroque style
So over-huge and extra-delicate
He always thought of this that way. But how 
To interpret composer’s musical conception?
A tune of recitative with joy, sadness, diatoms
Roses, and, life and death all competing against others

He was practicing and preparing 
How could he recognize the basso numerato 
From His infinite music score
Then letting out all his strength to play
To end with a perfect rest music in his pianist carrier 
Through the most skillful impromptu recital ever

Twilight Guandu (Humoresque) / Superstition

original poem〈關渡向晚〉（幽默曲）
english translation by Jeats




Twilight Guandu (Humoresque)

Wild geese still wrote on an unfinished sonnet
On the cloud-colored sheet
riskly egrets missed one rime
From the hazy horizon
Pointing out epigrams

Evening breeze combed thousands of green hair
Tufted ducks raised their heads listening to
Reddening drum
With your back silhouette in the scenery was
The final signature

So much like
Wood boat hesitating toward the sunset of ferry and that year
Reeds silently facing toward big catkin willows

Thin silk red clouds knitted a butterfly at your hair hill
I, at spacious forehead of Ketagalan, 
Sat and watched 
Dogs and kitchen chimney smoke

＊＊＊

Your Lullaby

original poem 〈給你的搖籃曲〉
english translation by Jeats


Your Lullaby  



Let me took your hand 
On that unnamed painting
From the draft on it was obliterated and changed repeatedly
It was a work of pointillism
The blank somewhere in that painting 
You dipped and added a touch of color onto

Even if your horse-trotting lamp,
Those animals and fairies hedging on their speech
Beating around the bush
Still they finished telling all of
The bed time stories on earth

I would lie down by your side
Dancing with my full body to beckon
Your guardian angel
To keep revolving the earth for you

When thousand boats
Sailed through seven oceans till the end
I was the lazy bone of
Jellyfish floating

I would take you to cross over
The empty ultimate sea territory
Till we got stranded on 
The soft sand shore of the end of the world

And if the waves crept in
I would soon turn into
Strong and stubborn
Armor blocks

The Leopard and Me/ A Girl Leaving Distantly/ Debate in Washington Academy of Sciences

original poem 〈豹與我〉
english translation by Jeats


The Leopard and Me


Hibernating in the hollowness of Savanna
That leopard’s rugged vertebra slightly raised
Stars were grown with vines and leaves
Like the ripe grapes
Dews were about to slide down
The tour escort disappeared in the front
The commending aspiration sound conveyed impatience
Sickles flurried like the new moon
Reflecting the cold light, sweeping up
Little trail windy 
But deep
Visitors came crawling forward on the trail
They couldn’t tell long grass from flying manes
Leopards’ spots slightly seen were like peeping pupils
The leopard remained his back facing the front
But to the next turn
He might perhaps stamp the foot to then become
A dragon-horse flying away
Or he just showed off bare teeth in front of your eyes
But I was just following the ribbon
Tagged on the forefathers

I fast walked forward like a wandering ghost
Like the wind rubbed the night, rubbing
The tranquil seemed being infinite

＊＊＊

On Feel of the Bird Watching and Relaxing at Trees

original poem〈賞鳥憩於樹有所感〉
english translation by Jeats  2017.03.10

On Feel of the Bird Watching and Relaxing at Trees


Fingertips pushed with soft touch
Away the door hooked just by shabby wires
Inside the yard was vivid greenness with bushes or trees
A couple of them standing or sitting closely
Talked
It was a maze with trees scattered around
Each time I took a different trail to pass through

To the deepest place, next to a 
Wood-built short wall
I from the square windows, high or low,
Visited your 
Charming fascination
So close that I could not ever 
Get to you closer than seasons did

I had deferred between you and the wall
Weeds were spiritless
Like something on mind having been smudged for long
Such sturdy and overweight 
Figs with branches
Sighed down from the top of the wall vertically

Cracks of leaves still leaked out the liquid of Time continuingly 
Profound light spots. Mild breeze warmed the heart
There was slight fragrance 
Steaming up with soft whisper
Far way the kitchen chimney smoke shouted and waved at returning fellows 
Mountain ridges crossed through
It seemed as a couple sitting on the ground
Back to back and affectionately 


It was always in the sunset
Decades of red turtle doves flew in 
Combing your hair as a brown chestnut tree
Or oriental turtle doves paced back and forth at your eyebrows
Showing off proudly to fiddle with and highlight dyed hair
After a while, in an unexpected 
Ghost-wash rain
Suddenly the makeup beauty had all fade away

For once at that moment
I thought of sitting down by your side 
Glazing at each other, and, doing nothing
We just watched stars roaming around at our craggy shoulders
Day by day, like secrets turning into
Baby birds in hesitation
Unstoppedly they hided themselves but soon stretched their heads out, awaiting you
To make my cheeks close to your hands and breasts
To feel, the texture of Universe
To witness how introverted plain-looking passions to fist to
Quarrel with the cold current

At last, I determinedly folded my off
Wings.  Burned off, then myself into peat
Then confessing 
I was not an Angel
But I have always been
A migratory bird, unadjusted to humid summer 

The Borrowing Scene/ I Dreamed About/ Its Solitude/ The Night Curtain

original poem〈借景〉（龍安寺）
english translation by Jeats 


The Borrowing Scene


Led into the pond side group by group
Visitors either sat or stood
Gesticulating at those delicate crafts before their eyes
And calculating with many counts
Occasionally with bored and dull stare
Or held their hands back inclined, as if in contemplation

Stroking heads, vexed, hands on foreheads, meditating 
Finally they concentrated

Without a word

Tranquil 

Integrated *Karesansui. This turned into
The Borrowing Scene of Life


* Karesansui: a special Japanese form of garden design that is mainly composed of stones, sands and plants to express the simulated mountain and rivers.
(photo was taken at Ryoanji, Kyoto, Japan, in December 2007. )

Matryoshka dolls/ Nuclear Fruit/ Light /Someone Asserting/ Another Me

original poem〈套娃〉

english translation by Jeats

Matryoshka dolls

Fabricated of stones

So gigantic for miles of extension

Those Russian Matryoshka dolls

Nobody knew

Which epoch did they appear to be there

The Seniority admonishing us of

This ancient legend

The great ancestor Divinity

Captured the dreadful Satan

Sealing Him in the infinite abyss inside dolls

None daring to get close

Satan is so powerful that 

Matryoshka dolls get cracked in a few years 

We have to make 

Huger Matryoshka dolls to cover the old dolls

Since Satan is everywhere in the world

More and huger Matryoshka dolls 

The Seniority assure us of no worries

Someday the Divinity might get back

To fly us away from the planet

Tomb of Fireflies

original poem 〈螢火蟲之墓〉
english translation by Jeats


Tomb of Fireflies



I curled up so much to try to arch the
Space gradually withered
Memory maybe was the only silk suspended
Integrating craggy skeletons of the scenario, it forcefully
Snapped me at my cold myocardial

The river with vocal folds cut was in silence
The slanted swing quivered in fire
Behold! Dazzling flowers in bloom and fall
Stared in surprise with wings fluttering

But the grassland unselfishly with green of necessity
Rubbed agaist my melancholy soul and made me sink
And sink more. Tender 
Magnificently
Touching the hair of darkness

Perhaps I might forget the kind of gesture
Where you laid the umbrella was our home
Setsuko, let no tears fall
I hurled laughter back to the candy jar and shook it

Shook the step sounds of early death loud
Made a cloud linger around
To stop to become peaceful eye shade. Behold!
For now, I thought of flight and then I did

Cosmos Youth (The youth exists universally)

original poem 〈宇宙少年（少年宇宙地存在）〉
english translation by Jeats


Cosmos Youth (The youth exists universally)


Alone I prone on the rail
Stared with my eyes stark at those dancers.
Gorgeously swinging around the pool. On the glass, 
They slid with shush sounding.
Stunning, brisk, minimum
Scurry, elegant and simple
Dancing, unable to reach the very end
How unlimitedly huge 
A world it is! My mind started to
Revolve in flight and ponder repeatedly
What they meditate and Music is
What kind of Waltz?

What household that girl belongs to?
Such a charming look, so familiar and understanding
Always appeared in the Dancing Hall of night
With fragrance of cape jasmines
Perhaps, somewhere from the distance
We once went by with each other
But each of us went toward a
Destination unconfirmed. Is it
Far away where they were from?
There was surely a supreme teacher
Who still possessed unspeakable 
Profound dance skill

Whenever the curtain lowered down
I then came to the pool in solitude
Holding my chin, entranced, I glazed at
Brilliant garments shining unceasingly
Dressed in Tutu skirt
That unknown girl, when is 
My turn to ask her for a dance?

Moths/ Withered Tree/ Fates of Difference/ The Pilose Beggarticks Along The Hill Road

original poem〈飛蛾〉
english translation by Jeats

Moths

Moths fled to the lamp 

Swallows caught them all

Many moths were flying to the street lamps. At the same time, ten swallows, more or less, were circling around the lamps fast back and forth and biting away those moths. Though eaten away one by one by swallows, moths still were concentrated on their goal without any fear to get away and any hesitation to cease proceeding. They just fled up to the lights; that seemed to be their destiny. However, ironically, almost all the moths were bitten away before they touched up their goal. Less than ten minutes, all the moths were the delicious dinner to swallows. Then, it was all in silence outside the window (The scene I saw at my dinner in Mosburger’s.)

Dream of a Butterfly/ Taichi/ Solitude

original poem 〈蝶之夢〉

english translation by Jeats 

Dream of a Butterfly

Have you been to a fancy Wonderland? 

There existed a deep dark green night sky 

Have you ever experienced there 

A beautiful encounter 

Since when the wind slightly stirred your garment 

I just recollected the time ago 

I seemed to have seen in pre-life 

Like this moment the mark shown on your nude 

A feast of breath-taking 

Rain of shooting stars 

Gradually floating in the wind 

Around me

＊＊＊

original poem 〈太極〉

english translation by Jeats

Taichi

Self, the night roamer regards the sky

Through a pipe. In fire has the Phoenix revived

Spectrum of cloud-smoke has moved toward

The other end of Melancholy, but

Perhaps year by year it is

The unbearable beauty of terror

And illusion

Sea, is now and then everywhere; Self as shadowed

Man in Mirror of mutual root

Mature, spirit, intangible Nirvana 

The mirror holder is aged increasingly while I get younger

Until the negative number is consumed as to

Infinite number

Human body reaches the feverish solitude of death

Sea is stuffed with positive matter

Briefly deviated from urgent balances

Ripples are being clamorous

Who, making common things obtain spirits 

To imitate their host

The sophisticated labyrinth is

Fabricated of the simplest complicatedness

Who leads him to trial-error

Who makes him oblivious

And entrusts him Memory

Passing away is simply the beginning unconscious

Poppy. Yi, metaphysical or physical

Everything in the universe, is, at least

Remembered or collected by someone or something

Pry the time bondage open with your faith and intuition

A blink is then another circle of life

Seeming so, my dream. It is the constant-abiding 

Night that stretches out its tentacles

Twisted with thin lines of my Destiny

Pro of Yan and Con of Yin, fragments

Maybe it’s just as Taichi

To stare up at endless stars; that’s all the Self

All  women are

The most beautiful Spiral

Nevertheless, I am also a mayfly or an ant

Divining future of chaos, fullness and emptiness ...........

＊＊＊

original poem 〈孤寂〉

english translation by Jeats 

Solitude

Seemingly such a flawless moment in Solitude 
Firmament as off its heavy burden 
A guest house of the vein of mine on the soulless terrene I, am just being 

 A outer shell without its snail

I Love you/ Recovering of a Flower/ Encounter

〈我愛你〉
English translation by Jeats


I Love You


The stumbled hurdle athlete on the track
Each time articulating *three character phrase
All blushed by himself on the cheeks 


* three character phrase: in Chinese, each character is also a word. “I love you” are combined of three characters. However, in Chinese “three character phrase” also mean foul language to scold others.

1947

my original poem <1947> 2006.07.31
English translation by Jeats , 2017.02.10


1947



One clog unworn
Deeply trapped in the muddy night outside Tea Chamber
Austere eyesight all the air
Had drafted down the obituary

A circle of Sun rumbling
Rolled over the avenue just being plowed up
As in a Safari field
Crammed with the obsolete
Cheap target sheet of
Crippled stomach and bowels which
Youth Canines shared the remains

With characters so forceful
Where an official document had arrived at
The river was stuffed dry
The land was exalted high
Perhaps we have been dead before
Like smashed by a hand
A chessboard game

Wretched cuckoos bred eggs
In the smoky and spiral-raising shrine
Pilgrim believers were bound
To be sacrifices in the ceremony
Hill mynas repeating
Resounding praises
Mythology of Heroes and fatherland
Along the winding corridor voices were drawn

Only at night through the inspection of
Palms and tibias would then notice sharply
Piercing explosiveness
The rain outside the window kept falling down
Our harbor seemed to make efforts
To wash away everything

No one dared to turn over Calendar
Since that day
Just as no one dared to touch
A dish of steamed fish on table
Much afraid of sliced fish showing up
Our dearest Mother who
Since that night that year
Appeared no more

Theta

計劃之一算是有個開始了，邀請我的好友紀慈兄用他優美的英文來將我的詩譯成英文版本（收費平價，如果各位朋友有翻譯上的需要也歡迎找紀兄幫忙）。
finally, with the help of my bosom friend Jeats, the translation of my poems has begun.

original poem 〈Theta〉 2015.12.29
English Translation by  Jeats , 2017.02.08

〈Theta〉

Midnight at Cafe
We are wondering
Galaxy, craftsman, evening primrose…
Again and again
Repeatedly we lay our feet into unfathomable sea water
Hesitantly, unable to stare at that deep
Particles seeming in front of the event horizon
Closer then will we get drawn into
The eternal black hole
Unknown fear raiding on from Heart
From the unlimited bottom of heart


Walk on the obscure street
Head up to follow Orion’s guidance
Then will we walk away the prison-like labyrinth
But, before that
We need to collect that magic power
We come to this world to seek it
Amid the mountain and the stream
Amid the shadow of Galaxy itself
Amid the smudgy children’s faces
Amid the spectrum of tears
Beautifully violate the mechanics of anything


But we finally
Will step on our journey
Head up, if we can
See from the distance
Perhaps we will find
Our own view of the back
End of the road, fishers’ lamplight far away on the sea
Sailing and circling in lines
Just like dancing
Wish a great harvest of the moored fish boat
Each seafarer is able to
Glaze at Self smiley
Might be a bit pitiful
But without remorse


The sky night is like a well
Cooling spring water just pour out
At LAPUTA
Stars so close
Like piles of fruits from the sturdy trees
Reached within hands stretching out
Alas! This is it
Feel of null gravity
The girl proving equivalence principle herself
Still falling down
A time loop is there
Already, she has found the flying stone


2015.12.29 First draft. In memory of a deceased star-chasing girl, Theta.

Recently I have googled on the web and I found a personal blog by Theta at GeoCities. Luckily, the blog was backed up before the website was closed.

“I just more admire the mystery of the Spiral Galaxy. I shall not fear the 2-kilometered killer virus. I am curious about the nest structure of magnetic liquid. I am grateful for the benefit of desalination of sea water. I am joyful for the Euler Line proof out of binary linear equation. I praise the evolution of eyes of lower level living creatures; besides, more, I love the things: from blue sky to flower garden, from green water to snow, form sunset to stars.” What an article! If Theta girl is still somewhere in the universe, she might write down some more interesting articles.