And then, from billions of miles away — turn around.
Keep going until the Sun itself is a forgotten ember. Little Blue Dot
Is what I’m about to do worthy of this tiny, miraculous, irreplaceable world? And then, from billions of miles away — turn around
That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. That’s here
Scroll through your feed. You’ll see arguments. Sales pitches. Breakups. Lunch. A war on the other side of the world. A meme about a cat. A politician lying. A stranger crying.
Carl Sagan, who convinced NASA to turn Voyager 1 around for that final portrait, wrote: “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… There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world.”
That little blue dot is all the meaning there is. No second planet. No backup. No cosmic rescue squad.