THE PALE BLUE DOT

While I try to figuare out how to get from point A to point B and beyond with my how we got into some of the mess we're in I'm reposting this from Carl Sagan. I'm probably preaching to the choir here. At least for the most part. But, we all need to remember that this planet is is huge space ship. Someday we may have the technology to reach other stars and perhaps other planets. But, not in time to save ourselves if we don't get the hell off the dime and treat this space ship with the respect it more than deserves. We have to realize that we can no longer go someplace else if we either don't like where we are or if we've fucked up where we are so that we can't live there any longer. 

Guess what. There is no where else to go. I heartily suggest finding a copy of Sagan's Demon Haunted World and memorize the damn thing. Also Cosmos. And Donald Johansen's Ancestors. If some of our humanoid ancestors somehow came forward they would probably kick our asses. We can't go back to the trees because, for better or worse, our ancestors were bipeds from the beginning. We can't go back 

As the Voyager space craft left the orbit of Neptune the craft was turned towards the sun for last pictures of the planets. Just below the rings of Saturn is a pale blue dot. That is earth. What Carl Sagan said about our little dot in space then echoes even more strongly now. Our spaceship earth.

That’s here. That’s home. That’s us.

On it, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever lived lived out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every hopeful child, every mother and father, every 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, live 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 the dot on scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner of the dot. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturing, our imagine 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. It is up to us.

It’s been said that astronomy is a humbling, and if I might add, a character building experience. To my mind, there is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly and compassionately with one another and to preserve and cherish that pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known..