Every general who ever thundered a charge. Every king, queen, dictator, and president. Every child who scraped a knee. Every first kiss. Every last breath. Every prayer whispered in a foxhole or a cathedral. Every invention, every mistake, every poem, every genocide, every act of grace.
In the image, Earth is smaller than a single pixel, appearing as a "mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam". Little Blue Dot
Most of the time, the answer will be yes. You’ll choose kindness. You’ll choose to learn instead of shout. You’ll fix what you can, forgive what you can’t, and refuse to make the dot smaller for anyone else. Every general who ever thundered a charge
In the vast, silent ocean of the cosmos, we live on a mote of dust. For decades, scientists and philosophers referred to our home using a phrase coined by the late Carl Sagan: the But as technology advances and our view of the universe sharpens, a new, more intimate term has entered the modern lexicon: The Little Blue Dot. Every first kiss
Not just to the roof of your building. Not just to the edge of the atmosphere. Keep going. Past the Moon. Past Mars. Past the asteroid belt, the amber storms of Jupiter, the ghostly rings of Saturn. Out past the Kuiper Cliff, where the Sun becomes just another speck of light.