There are names which will be remembered after those who ruled regions, planned big battles, headed revolutions. Those who, at some point, realized that what they were doing will be written down in history books many centuries after. And that this, would prevent their memory from ever fading away.
Behind many other names, there were people truly devoted to more elevated passions than land or power. When we hear them, we can perfectly picture in our minds a person sitting on a working desk, focused on research tools and data, committed to express his/her vision of life. Their are those other names which, in the same books, many centuries after, are remembered as scientists or artists. People who, in so many cases, gave their lives for a dream which never came true, but in other cases changed our world for ever.
One of the most relevant of these names is Galileo Galieli. This week he was on the news, since some pictures of the moon, drawn by him and never seen before, came to light. Looking at them, I can travel to the seventeenth century and imagine him just right there, in his barely illuminated venecian study, glancing at the stars-full sky with his homemade telescope, and drawing, on crispy rough paper with a simple pen, the brightest light of the night. Absent-minded as only a genius can be, forgetting about everything else, and of course without knowing or caring about the value those sketches would have many, many years after the leaking ink were dry.