Pluto
Meowing to go out
- Dec 27, 2020
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I've mentioned this before, but figured I'd give it a thread of its own.
Photographed by Voyager 1 in 1990, Earth from 6 billion kms away appears as a speck in the rightmost band of light.
Astronomer Carl Sagan, who had requested the photograph in the 1980s, commented on the so-called Pale Blue Dot photograph in his 1994 book of the same title:
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.
So what are the implications of this perspective? Are we and our problems infinitely small? Or are we inseparably one with something vast?
Do we glimpse the profound while trapped in a swamp? Is the entirety of life awe-inspiring? Or is there nothing here but an old Kodak moment?
Photographed by Voyager 1 in 1990, Earth from 6 billion kms away appears as a speck in the rightmost band of light.
Astronomer Carl Sagan, who had requested the photograph in the 1980s, commented on the so-called Pale Blue Dot photograph in his 1994 book of the same title:
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.
So what are the implications of this perspective? Are we and our problems infinitely small? Or are we inseparably one with something vast?
Do we glimpse the profound while trapped in a swamp? Is the entirety of life awe-inspiring? Or is there nothing here but an old Kodak moment?