Hah sega komentara, al' clanak je dno dna, nista ne stima. Prvo, ne umire svaka zvijezda eksplodirajuci, drugo, one koje eksplodiraju mogu zavrsiti na razne nacine, izmedju ostalog kao pulsari, s tim da brzina pulsiranja (rotacije) takodjer nije kod svake identicna... Trece, pa ljudi "Boziji", kako ova ko biva ruka izgleda ovisi o polozaju promatraca, hah, nama izgleda ovako... Da ne nabrajam dalje... Al' haj'... :D
Half that sky was Coal Sack, starless except for a hot pink point several degrees in from the edge. It was as if the universe ended here. Like a wall, Horst thought.
"Look at it," said Buckman, and Horst jumped. "There are people on New Scotland who call it the Face of God. Superstitious idiots!"
"Right," said Horst. Superstitions were silly.
"From here it doesn't look at all like a man, and it's ten times as magnificent! I wish my sister's husband could see it. He belongs to the Church of Him."
Horst nodded in the semidarkness.
From any of the known human worlds, the Coal Sack was a black hole in the sky. One would expect it to be black here. But now that Horst's eyes were adjusting, he saw traces of red glowing within the Coal Sack. Now the nebular material showed like layer after layer of gauzy curtains, or like blood spreading in water.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Mote_in_God%27s_Eye
