the blue dot

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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. 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 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. 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.

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 Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world.

—Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot

if you self project your own traumas onto a character when yall write fanfics or headcannons, that’s okay.

write whatever y'all desire and y'all shouldn’t feel pressured to also include “im self projecting here” or “I’ve been through this trauma before” to validate writing that story

Fanfics arent made to be super accurate-they’re just fun, and a lot of the time used for writing practice

Write what y'all wanna write, and please don’t feel pressured to have to expose ya history if it’s uncomfortable for yall

Wait, no, guys, lisTEN

YOU CAN GO THROUGH THE ENTIRE CAVERN CLUB ON GOOGLE MAPS

YOU THINK I’M KIDDING

I’M NOT

Are those The Beatles instruments? YES. Paul McCharmly on the screen?YESYESYES

YOU CAN EVEN GO ON STAGE

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