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.
‘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.’
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.”
It would be very hard to think “I am over there” and “Can I go meet me?” and “Is that me better than this me?” “Can I learn from the other me?” “Has the other me made the same mistakes I’ve made?” Or, “Can I sit down and have a conversation with me?” Wouldn’t that be an interesting thing? The truth is, we do that all day long every day. People don’t admit it and they don’t think about it too much, but they do. Every day, they’re talking in their own head. “What’s he doing?” “Why’d he do that?” “What did she think?” “Did I say the right thing?” In this case, there’s another you out there. -Another Earth (2011)
“So the cosmonaut decides the only way to save his sanity is to fall in love with this sound. So he closes his eyes and he goes into his imagination, and then he opens them. He doesn’t hear ticking anymore. He hears music. And he spends the remainder of his time sailing through space in total bliss and peace.”
Carl Sagan has this beautiful speech about the tiny blue dot where all of history, all of existence, everything we’ve known- ‘cause there was a photograph of earth as a tiny blue speck in the sky from a satellite that turned around. That notion that everything you’ve possibly known, anyone who’s ever lived, all the wars, all the civilizations, all of evil, all of good has existed in this tiny little speck. We flipped that on a tad where she peers out the window as we first witness this new tiny blue speck in the sky. It’s a total reference. It’s a blue dot in the sky, she sees it and GABOOM! The story begins… -Mike Cahill [x]