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Monday, 12 October 2009


Officially the nebula is NGC 7293 and much more commonly known as The Helix Nebula. It is known as a "planetary" nebula, not because of any planet associated with it, the centre is a white dwarf star, but probably because it looked a little like a planet in the days before Hubble and other modern telescopes. A nice link here for those who might wish to learn more, and see some stunning images too!

Thank you for the information, I didn't know that.

Glo - this nebula is unofficially known as "The Eye of God"

This sounds very interesting indeed. The way you envision -or just illustrate- God yourself is quite interesting too; a nebula... Or is it because you consider it a nebulous concept? Or because it looks roughly like an eye? And the latter was a common symbol used by painters to suggest the presence of God in traditional religious settings. Or just because God is supposed to stay in the sky?
Whatever the reason, the picture is utterly fascinating.

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