The word galaxy was first recorded in Dante's poem Paridiso from the 14th Century.
"As, graced with lesser and with larger lights
between the poles of the world, the Galaxy
gleams so that even sages are perplexed;" -From Dante's Paridiso
"What Aristotle said on this matter cannot be known with certainty.. In the Old Translation he says that the Galaxy is nothing but a multitude of fixed stars in that region, so small that we are unable to distinguish them from here below, though from them originates the appearance of that brightness which we call the Galaxy; this may be so, for the heaven in that region is denser, and therefore retains and throws back this light. Avicenna and Ptolemy seem to share this opinion with Aristotle." -Dante Alighieri in the 14th Century
Showing how much reliance can be put on debates that are decided by "majorities", Shapley won. Therefore, there were officially no other galaxies. Shapley used what is now euphemistically referred to as "faulty intelligence" to make his theories. It is quite funny now to see that "they" were wrong. Of course, it is not funny to look at current thought and theory and to think that we might be wrong. This actually perturbs scientists unreasonably. Yet, is it not possible that such modern theories as those of planet formation, black holes, and Planetary Nebulae could be the product of "faulty intelligence?" Check out the animations on my Website for Kid's: Animated Faith Zone at the Blog page.
During his observing session of 1922-1923, Hubble got the data to show that Andromeda and a few others were too far to be inside our Galaxy. Unfortunately, because of the results of the debate, Hubble's discovery could not be published before 1925 because the Scientific community felt he was wrong. The Science community seems to have a way of being just as repressive as the old Catholic Church was about "heresy." Truth is certainly not fostered in Science. We look for evidence to support our hypothesis, instead of hypothesis to support known truth.
Dark night, I know you. Your secret world around me is God's manifested peace. In the opaque silence your new moon lends a quieter universe. Where are your breezes and your wild birds calling? Where are your distant sounds of life? Are they all vanished with the sun, which hangs there below my horizon, in the final moments of resistance to its falling slumber? Do they sleep with the banished moon? Dark night, drop here beneath us, spreading your arms across all that we've been given. We welcome the restful haven of nature's sleep. Land your rocket ship under the trees. Turn your telescope to the stars and fade into the landscape as the night spins over our heads on our journey to morning. -A Quieter Universe, Vicky Hunt