Looking up into the sky feelings so small and insignificant, this planet we’re
on, with everything that ever was
Every hero and every coward / Every creator and destroyer / Kings and peasants
/ Corrupt politicians / Every teacher of mores in the history of our species
lived here / Atop this fragile crust
Rivers of blood spilled in the name of glory and triumph, we’re only masters on
a mote of dust
We are alone in this great enveloping cosmic dark
There is nothing to save us from ourselves
The earth is the only world we know to harbor life, nowhere to migrate
This is where we make our stand
Rivers of blood spilled in the name of glory and triumph
We’re only masters on a mote of dust
Nothing demonstrates the folly of human conceits
More than the distant images of our tiny world
It underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another
To preserve and cherish this pale blue dot, the only home we’re known.
-Inspired by Carl Sagan’s «Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space»