Consider again 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 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. 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.
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.
It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. 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.
Dobie Takahama over 7 years ago
Just play any version of Animal Crossing and fish in the ocean. You’ll catch plenty of Sea Bass!.. I learned from experience.
GROG Premium Member over 7 years ago
Cuddles sees food and immediately he wants to eat it.
Good morning, cleo, sugar, Fellow Baby & the rest of the CD gang!
Happy, happy, happy!!! Premium Member over 7 years ago
My mid-day client is in the ICU in Corvallis.
I am taking care of his little dog, Pookie While his wife is there.
She is staying in a Family Lodging facility there at the hospital.
It is probable that he will be transported to a hospital in Portland that has a cardiac unit that does heart surgery.
Transported AFTER they get him more stable than he is right now.
This is the client that helped me decide to get a wheelchair assessable van.
neverenoughgold over 7 years ago
In Estes Park, Colorado, there is a restaurant where you can select your trout from the stream flowing outside behind the place!
Just make sure you tell them how you want it prepared, or you might have it served to you with staring eyes…
Sugie63 over 7 years ago
Good Morning Grog, Dry, Happy, Cleo, Stel, Shika, neverenoughgold & all CDer’s.
Dry and Dusty Premium Member over 7 years ago
Good afternoon Fellow Baby, cleo, SUGIE and all ye’ gathered here.
You’re a good man, Happy!
Happy, happy, happy!!! Premium Member over 7 years ago
Consider again 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 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. 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.
Happy, happy, happy!!! Premium Member over 7 years ago
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.
It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. 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.
Happy, happy, happy!!! Premium Member over 7 years ago
Carl Sagan