QotD – Pale Blue Dot

 

“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

QotD

“They’re like fluffy puppies!  Except their birds, and they can’t fly…”

Joyful holiday, with friends, plenty of new people to meet, lazy long day, conversations, activities, and more.  Great day!

Dear prop 37 authors

Today, after being narrowly defeated, please recognize that this defeat was not a NO to the idea of labeling nor the desire to label GMOs.   The proposition as written had some flaws that gave people pause.  Please, bring it to some policy wonks, or to the legislature, have it go through the process, tighten and strengthen the policy, ensure that it achieves its aim (label GMOs) without unintentional consequences or holes, and pass it as law or re-introduce it in a future election real soon now.

Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt-based rhetoric and these misgivings are what had this round come up short.  Clean up the statute such that it shines and achieves its aim as true to the bullseye as possible and we will get the GMO labeling we want.

This is Commander Rick

I just discovered that TV Ontario has made a whack of Prisoners of Gravity episodes available on their video archive page… add that to the ones posted on YouTube and there’s hours of great viewing to be (re)had!  w00t!

(If you’ve never seen Prisoners of Gravity, you’re in for a treat — it was an early ’90s show on speculative fiction and comics, put together by none other than Frantics alumni Rick Green.  Great stuff with cool explorations with many authors, artists, and more.  Go watch!)