“I abjured with my lips, yet Jupiter’s four moons kept turning before my eyes.”
I was born in Pisa in 1564. In the cathedral I watched a lamp swing and counted its beats against my pulse. Years later in Padua I rolled small balls down a polished plane and wrote their times and distances, for I wished to learn not what Aristotle said bodies do, but what they in fact do.
In 1609 word of a Dutch spyglass reached me. I ground my own lenses, turned them to the Moon, and found it rough with mountains casting shadows. In Sidereus Nuncius (1610) I announced also four small stars revolving about Jupiter, and that the Milky Way is a multitude of faint suns. Soon I traced Venus’s phases and the blemishes of the Sun, showing heavens change and rotate.
These sights accorded with Copernicus better than with Ptolemy. I was told in 1616 to treat that system as an hypothesis only. So I composed a dialogue of three voices, hoping reason might be heard. In 1633 I stood before the Holy Office, abjured what they condemned, and was confined to my house near Arcetri.
Confinement did not prevent me from measuring, calculating, and teaching those who came. Blind in my last years, I set down Two New Sciences (1638) on the strength of materials and on motion—the work of a lifetime. I have found that nature speaks in numbers, and that experience, well weighed, is a safer master than custom.
Ask me why theology, not astronomy, carried me from the cloister to the stake.
Start the conversationI sought a universal calculus to quiet quarrels; instead my calculus bound my name to a quarrel over honesty.
Start the conversationI chased a beached whale to Zeeland and came home with a fever instead of a wonder.
Start the conversationI killed at thirteen and ended by writing of emptiness—ask how the sword taught me stillness.
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