That tiny white spec on the brown line towards the right is earth.
“From this distant vantage point, the Earth might not seem of 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.
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 water and sand in our eyesight
The rocks in our hands preparing for flight
The lack of sleeping but it’s alright
And it’s all right
It’s alright
Hear noise choking you
Run away
Listen to the world
Speaking true
Break down in the cold
I ran out to find out
I climbed up the pylons
I could see for miles
And I could see it hit home
That I’m a long way from home.
Green Ping Pong Balls
Here is a variation of a story I heard when I was very little.
It’s about a boy named Ernest.
I learned an important lesson from this story and I hope you do too.
Ernest was the type to get perfect scores on all of his tests. He had perfect grades in all classes from preschool all the way until he graduated college. Ernest was a genius. He would study very hard every second of his life
Ernest lived alone with his father, who loved him very much. His father was also a very smart and understanding man. He owned a large business and was incredibly rich. Although his father was very smart, there was always one peculiar thing that he could not figure out, and that was Ernest and his great interest for green ping pong balls.
