I Don’t Know Her Yet, But I Know Where She Lives
The world is big. I’m still hoping something I write finds the right woman from this big beautiful ball…and she says Hi.
This photo of the Earth was taken by the Artemis-II mission, humankind’s first foray to the moon since before I was born!
Behind the Wires
Personal Notes
Anybody who knows me knows I have a bit of a man-crush on Carl Sagan. This new photo from NASA makes me think on his incredible book, Cosmos, again.
Shortly after my birthday in 1990 (I don’t think it was a present for me, but I’ll accept it all the same), Sagan convinced NASA to turn the Voyager 1 spacecraft turned toward Earth one last time, on its voyage out of the star system.
From the distance of Saturn, Earth took up less than 1-pixel in the shot. Every person known or ever known, every war, every triumph, and every tragedy has existed in that 1 pale blue dot.
Pale Blue Dot
From this distant vantage point, the Earth might not seem of any particular interest. But for us, it’s different. 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.
—Carl Sagan
