Текст песни Андрей Климковский - Музыка Небесных Сфер - часть 3 - на окраине Галактики

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To where no one has been
Lights of a distant city
Cosmopolis rhythms
Emptiness
Fast intergalactic stars
Distant star islands
Intergalactic trance
The ghostly light of the distant Sun

          Our galaxy, or, in other words, the Milky Way is a huge cosmic city in which we live. The earthly cities habitual to us cannot be compared with this universal giant either in size or in population. Indeed, in order to reach the opposite edge of a star city, a ray of light will need more than 300 thousand years, and hundreds of billions of stars inhabit this cosmopolis. In all the cities of the Earth taken together, not so many people live, not one spacecraft develops such speeds that would allow us to fly beyond the boundaries of our galaxy and look at it from the side. But the thought is faster than the light flux and we can make a mental journey to the farthest outskirts of our cosmic city. Closing our eyes, we are transported to an uninhabited mountain plateau, where the crystal-clear air does not hide from us the radiance of the starry sky, and raising our eyes to the stars, we begin our fantastic journey to where no one was ...

          In a few moments, we overcame the Earth's gravity, left the Solar System. Soon lost in the starry labyrinths and the Sun, and the stars closest to it. Our path lies through the densely populated arms of our Galaxy, through the dark and light gas nebulae where stars are born, flying at a speed of thought past star clusters and planetary nebulae we make a sharp turn, exit the plane of the Milky Way and picking up the speed we head to the pole of the Galaxy, from where she has the most amazing view. We are surrounded by an unusual panorama. There is only the sky, the sky in all directions, but there are absolutely no stars on it. It is black as coal and only in the infinite depth below us slowly spinning, a huge stellar disk floats. It sparkles like the January snow sparkles on a clear day. These countless stars, not so long ago adorning our sky, now merged into one incomprehensible flicker. From such a great distance, the eyes cannot examine them individually. But the streets of this city are perfectly visible. Emerging from the radiant center, they tend to the outskirts, twisting in a spiral. It is in the spiral arms of the Galaxy that its youngest population lives. From this they have a bluish color.

          From a distance, the life of a star city seems quiet and measured, but in reality it is not. The life of the Galaxy is simply overflowing with cataclysms. Here stars are born and die, supernovae explode scattering billions of tons of hot gas in space, black holes collapse absorbing surrounding matter into their bottomless bowels. Speeds on the stellar highways of the Galaxy reach hundreds of kilometers per second and the entire space of our cosmopolis is penetrated by all types of radiation that only exist in the Universe.

          Continuing a walk along the stellar avenues of the Milky Way, our eyes fall into increasingly distant regions of the galaxy. Here the stars live freer, calmer rhythms of their cosmic life. Somewhere in space, an invisible border passes, beyond which intergalactic space begins. There are no stars and nebulae. Look around us - emptiness surrounds us. The black sky is everywhere and the only thing here is a faint stream of light emanating from the star city we left. But emptiness is nothing. It is from the void that our Universe was born 20 billion years ago.

          Take a closer look - in this starless sky you can still find two or three stars. Where did they come from here? These are fugitive stars. Possessing tremendous speed, they managed to escape from the gravitational field of the Milky Way and now their path is directed to other star islands, similar to ours. But even at their speed - thousands of kilometers per second, it will take them hundreds of millions of years to get into unknown worlds.

          However, for stars it is not too long, because stars live for billions of years. By human standards, this is insanely large, but the ancients probably said not in vain - "... Stars are like people ..." - assuming that the life of a star is a continuation of human life in a different embodiment and, perhaps, this is a fast intergalactic journey we are yet to come.

          But now, having admired the view of our Galaxy, it's time to set off on the return trip. Nothing is easier for us - you just need to find a familiar light in the window in this city - the ghostly light of the distant Sun.