Hawking

Hawking a franchi l'horizon du trou noir, tenebrae factae sunt :

N'entre pas apaisé dans cette bonne nuit.
Mais rage, rage encor lorsque meurt la lumière.

Dixit Dylan Thomas :

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Toutefois le lucasien avait prédit que les trous noirs ne le sont pas. C'est exact ils sont roses.

la rage des ténèbres par Dylan Thomas himself.

Stephen Hawking obituary

The image of Stephen Hawking - who has died aged 76 - in his motorised wheelchair, with head contorted slightly to one side and hands crossed over to work the controls, caught the public ...

https://www.theguardian.com/science/2018/mar/14/stephen-hawking-obituary

Eloge funèbre par Penrose who else.