The Pale Blue Dot

THE PALE BLUE DOT Earth, from four billion miles in house. Consider again that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you're keen on, everyone you understand, everybody you ever heard of, each human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our pleasure and suffering, 1000's of assured religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, each creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every younger couple in love, each mom and father, hopeful baby, inventor and explorer, each teacher of morals, each corrupt politician, each “famous person”, every “supreme chief”, every saint and sinner within the history of our species lived thereâ€"on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam. The Earth is a very small stage in an enormous cosmic area. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all these generals and emperors in order that, in glory and triumph, they might turn out to be the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the infinite cruelties visited by the inhabitants of 1 nook of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of another nook, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they're to kill each other, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we now have some privileged place within the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale gentle. Our planet is a lonely speck within the great enveloping cosmic darkish. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there isn't any trace that help will come from elsewhere to avoid wasting us from ourselves. The Earth is the only world identified up to now to harbor life. There is nowhere else, no less than in the near future, to which our species might migrate. Visit, sure. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the second the Earth is where we make our stand. It has been mentioned that astronomy is a humbling and character-building expertise. There is maybe no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal extra kindly with one another, and to protect and cherish the pale blue dot, the only residence we’ve ever recognized. â€"Carl Sagan, About Philip Athans I felt the same means once I visited Mongolia a number of years back. I sat upon the vast open plain, listening to Vangelis, and there was… nothing. No noticeable features, no houses, not even a single tree. Every individual was just a small speck on the horizon. It was a profound spiritual moment. Regardless of who this individual could be, he/she could be not more than drops in an infinite ocean. It felt peaceable and comforting to comprehend that no matter who we are or what we accomplish, we shall be embraced by the same ocean. As Jimi Hendrix used to sing, “Castles made from sand will fall again into the sea.” Beautifully putâ€"thank you! Fill in your particulars beneath or click on an icon to log in: You are commenting utilizing your WordPress.com account. (Log Out/ Change) You are commenting using your Google account. (Log Out/ Change) You are commenting using your Twitter account. (Log Out/ Change) You are commenting utilizing your Facebook account. (Log Out/ Change) Co nnecting to %s Notify me of latest feedback by way of email. Notify me of recent posts through email. Enter your email tackle to subscribe to Fantasy Author's Handbook and obtain notifications of recent posts by email. Join 4,779 different followers Sign me up! RSS - Posts RSS - Comments