Pale Blue Dot
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
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Singalong.
She’s perfect!
Fucking superb you funky little meowboy
Feeling pretty wholesome today
Easy Shortbread Cookies Recipe
can we talk for a second about how surreal it is that Professor Willow a realistically designed character is talking to Professor Oak who looks like a chicken nugget??? Just seeing them together is really jarring.
Rhubarb Almond Honey Cake
@normal-horoscopes – Our Caretaker hittin’ the floor a few decades back.
(nearly TEN decades – Die Muskete, 1923)
Male rape victim talks about why he finds male rape funny at the Atomic Vaudeville Cabaret in June of 2012.
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I was about to get kind of upset untill I finished it to the end. Its so true though.
I swear I’ve reblogged this before.
READ THE WHOLE THING
The look of pain in his eyes at the end
Wow
I was in tears by the end 😦
This ruined me..
“I got an erection from her stimulating me… and the fear” there we go. HE’S SAYING THE THING THAT IS SO FREAKING TRUE AGH. fun fact: fear leads to a release of adrenaline which results in blood racing and also sometimes erections. I don’t entirely know the science of it but basically my point is just because a man has an erection does not mean he is enjoying himself or is even remotely turned on tbh. Our culture has to stop saying things like “he enjoyed it, he had an erection”
NO FRIEND. Erection does not = enjoyment