Sunday, 25 June 2017
from space the image of the earth rising. the blue arc of her belly against the blackness of forever never fails to make me catch my breath and fill me. i keep seeing this image again and again lately. it feels significant. the importance of seeing from this perspective. how big and small and miraculous and ridiculous we humans are. how mind blowingly amazing it is that a rock hurtling through space not only exists and sustains life, but nourishes us. and still we don't see. the beauty of it. our beauty. our potential. but we fight and blame and kill and read history yet seem to learn nothing. we continue going round in circles inside the tiny boxes we build around ourselves clashing with those who have built their boxes from different materials.
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currently reading stuart clark's beautiful "the unknown universe". a story of how big and small coincidences and determination have brought us to the sights you sing about
“Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot...........
.....There is perhaps 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 more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.”
― Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space
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