Pale Blue Dot

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“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 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, Pale Blue Dot, 1994

&SoWhileWeAreHere….Let’s create memories. Let’s infinitely go where our dreams lead us. Never mind if we run out of gas. We can walk the way afterward. Better yet, let’s run until we can no longer. When our energy expires we can drink from the pool of the earth. We’re here now, we can explore the higher mountains and deepest seas!

Engulfed Cosmos

The chamber of your folly has cast an evening spell of virgin desires.

While at my new beginning, I laughed because of the sweet tenderness that was ancient.

The room is stained with a fury that raves the composition of your frame.

Without even touching you; you have pulled me in by the embrace of your S E X.

Almost kneeling before you – I must confess that my mind has made up a story of its own tale, my next move will narrate the grasp I watch.

No longer can I dissolve the sensual practice of waiting, my rising star is engulfed with the foretaste of our cosmos.

I’m moving along the whims to rip and shatter those chandeliers and wallpapers which focus – on your internal sense of design.

We both can feel the numb grooves, that silence begins to serenade within and with a slice of thrust, we can announce a noise above the grooves!

Again and again, you’ve pulled me into the fragile trance that keeps me at the tip of your straps.

My fingers are shouting at the knob that I’m turning clockwise and I hear the loud knocking off your heart.

I’m going to turn counterclockwise to readjust the shifting locks of your combination.

You can’t hide the alarm that is aware of the danger of this focus.

I’m invoked in the present state of burglary and my crimes have bypassed the law.

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Listen to Amel Larrieux’s Afraid for a deeper understanding.