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Мицар - это альфа большой медведицы.
А, может быть нет.
В конце концов что может быть относительнее Большой Медведицы?
Особенно если сравнить ту величину, которую мы зовем Мицар с той Землей, с которой мы "видим" Большую Медведицу.
Вот так всегда - только надумаешь послушать "Сказки венского леса " и упроститься, как находятся всякие медведицы - а, может быть, нет и все снова повисает в том, что мы зовем воздухом.

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"Names are not important," he said. "To speak is to name names, but to
speak is not important. A thing happens once that has never happened before.
Seeing it, a man looks upon reality. He cannot tell others what he has seen.
Others wish to know, however, so they question him saying, 'What is it like,
this thing you have seen?' So he tries to tell them. Perhaps he has seen the
very first fire in the world. He tells them, 'It is red, like a poppy, but
through it dance other colors. It has no form, like water, flowing
everywhere. It is warm, like the sun of summer, only warmer. It exists for a
time upon a piece of wood, and then the wood is gone, as though it were
eaten, leaving behind that which is black and can be sifted like sand. When
the wood is gone, it too is gone.' Therefore, the hearers must think reality
is like a poppy, like water, like the sun, like that which eats and
excretes. They think it is like to anything that they are told it is like by
the man who has known it. But they have not looked upon fire. They cannot
really know it. They can only know of it. But fire comes again into the
world, many times. More men look upon fire. After a time, fire is as common
as grass and clouds and the air they breathe. They see that, while it is
like a poppy, it is not a poppy, while it is like water, it is not water,
while it is like the sun, it is not the sun, and while it is like that which
eats and passes wastes, it is not that which eats and passes wastes, but
something different from each of these apart or all of these together. So
they look upon this new thing and they make a new word to call it. They call
it 'fire.'
"If they come upon one who still has not seen it and they speak to him
of fire, he does not know what they mean. So they, in turn, fall back upon
telling him what fire is like. As they do so, they know from their own
experience that what they are telling him is not the truth, but only a part
of it. They know that this man will never know reality from their words,
though all the words in the world are theirs to use. He must look upon the
fire, smell of it, warm his hands by it, stare into its heart, or remain
forever ignorant. Therefore, 'fire' does not matter, 'earth' and 'air' and
'water' do not matter. 'I' do not matter. No word matters. But man forgets
reality and remembers words. The more words he remembers, the cleverer do
his fellows esteem him. He looks upon the great transformations of the
world, but he does not see them as they were seen when man looked upon
reality for the first time. Their names come to his lips and he smiles as he
tastes them, thinking he knows them in the naming. The thing that has never
happened before is still happening. It is still a miracle. The great burning
blossom squats, flowing, upon the limb of the world, excreting the ash of
the world, and being none of these things I have named and at the same time
all of them, and this is reality-- the Nameless..."

(с) Р. Желязны

ЗЫ: прости за многословность:))

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Да! Да! Большая медвидица чарует!
недавно писал про нее.