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.
I sometimes see a scene for which I can find no place to stand to take a picture. Voyager 1 offers me a unique place to stand, but what do I see?
There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits
than this distant image of our tiny world.
The folly of human conceits is not the first thing I see, nor do I suddenly see my problems in any kind of reasonable perspective. I live at the level of those human conceits, not at some cosmic distance from my life, from my self.
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.
OK, I can get behind that. And I can appreciate the range and depth of human experience that this pale blue dot has witnessed and continues to support.
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.
If you’d like to explore other perspectives on our place in the cosmos, check out these maps/photos/graphics.