I’ve got the everything thing

from ashow.zefrank.com

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a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam

From this distant vantage point, the Earth might not seem of any 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 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. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.
—Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space, 1997 reprint, pp. xv–xvi

The photo that inspired the passage. Taken  by Voyager 1 in 1990. Can you see the pale blue dot?

from Bad Astronomy

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100,000 stars


try the interactive version here: workshop.chromeexperiments.com/stars/

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space ink

by Dan Henk

and an entire book on scientific tattoos!


via itsokaytobesmart.com

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the cutest and dumbest ways to die


by the Australian Metro 

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“You promised me Mars colonies. Instead I got Facebook.”

Why We Can`t Solve Big Problems” by Jason Pontin, MIT Tech Review, October 24, 2012
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now this is some literary inception

Tilda Swinton reading a passage form The Raw Shark Texts

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I know exactly what you mean, Mr. Darwin.

“But I am very poorly today and very stupid and hate everybody and everything.”

– Charles Darwin, in a letter dated October 1, 1861

from itsoktobesmart.com

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Dead Can Dance

The concert was mystical.

If I ever create a list of the best moments in my life, this will make top 10 or 20:)

We heard Sanvean, Host of the Serafim and Rakim and all the new songs. I only regret that they didn’t perform Yulunga, my favourite, but hey, maybe next time:)



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Dear Esther


I’m not even sure how to call it. A computer game? An interactive work of fiction? I’ll call it brilliant instead.

more at dear-esther.com

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