The most humbling photograph ever taken: ‘Pale Blue Dot’ (1990)

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    1. Friendly-Seesaw-5742 on

      Just look at this for a second…

      That tiny, pale blue pixel. That’s us. That’s everything…

      Every single person you’ve ever known, every war, every love story, every fucking meme..all of it happened right there on that tiny, fragile speck of dust…

      It’s where we’re all born, where we live out our entire lives, and where we’ll all die. All of human history is just a story told on that one, lonely dot in an infinite, black void.

      Makes you feel small as hell, but connected to everyone at the same time Absolute chills !!!

      EDIT : Credit to the legendary Carl Sagan for putting this feeling into perfect words…I was just trying to make it short 😉

    2. Vagabond_Reason on

      …taken by Voyager which launched in 1977 when i was born. All of my life it is heading away from earth and it is just now reaching the edge of our galaxy, which ist just one out of bilions. Mind bogling.

    3. And if you think about it, everything in our solar system is close by in astronomical perspective. That white band is the be milkyway galaxy, also our backyard galaxy wise.

      Space is a very vast expanse…

    4. Is it really humbing if its surrounded by meaningless empty space? Thats THE place to be. Out of an entire celestial vastness its the ONLY known habitat.

      Kinda tight, we are special. 

    5. From this distant vantage point, the Earth might not seem of any particular interest. But for us, it’s different. Consider 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 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.

      RIP Carl Sagan

    6. “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. 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

    7. I dunno, that makes the earth seem like kinda-a-big-deal. For truly humbling scope, consider that this photo [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SMACS_0723](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SMACS_0723) contains thousands of /galaxies/ and is a zoomed-in view of just a pin-prick of the night’s sky. Earth isn’t a mote of dust – our entire galaxy is hardly a mote of dust.

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