Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of the dot on scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and in triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. The earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. 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 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. On it, everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was lived out their lives. Photo courtesy of NASA, taken by the Voyager 1 space probe in 1990.)įrom this distant vantage point, the earth might not seem of any particular interest, but for us, it’s different. (The Earth is the tiny dot found in the middle of the ray of light on the very right.
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