‘I saw this image when I was a kid. The photograph of Jupiter taken by NASAs Voyager. Beautiful. But nothing special until shown in rapid succession. Suddenly Jupiter was alive. Breathing. I was hypnotized.’
I saw this image when I was a kid. The photograph of Jupiter taken by NASA’s Voyager. Beautiful but nothing special until shown in rapid succession. Suddenly Jupiter was alive, breathing. I was hypnotized.
Within our lifetimes, we have marveled. As biologists have managed to look at ever smaller and smaller things. And astronomers have looked further and further into the dark night sky, back in time and out in space. But maybe the most mysterious of all is neither the small nor the large. It’s us, up close. Could we even recognize ourselves? And if we did, would we know ourselves? What would we say to ourselves? What would we learn from ourselves? What would we really like to see if we could stand outside ourselves and look at us?
“These vessels sailing out into the unknown, they weren’t carrying noblemen or aristocrats, artists, merchants. They were crewed by people living on the edge of life: the madmen, orphans, ex-convicts, outcasts like myself.”