October 19, 2014
sagansense:

“We were hunters and foragers. The frontier was everywhere. We were bounded only by the Earth, and the ocean, and the sky. The open road still softly calls. Our little terraquious globe as the madhouse of those hundred thousand millions of worlds. We, who cannot even put our own planetary home in order, riven with rivalries and hatreds; Are we to venture out into space?
By the time we’re ready to settle even the nearest of other planetary systems, we will have changed. The simple passage of so many generations will have changed us. Necessity will have changed us. We’re… an adaptable species. It will not be we who reach Alpha Centauri and the other nearby stars. It will be a species very like us, but with more of our strengths, and fewer of our weaknesses. More confident, farseeing, capable, and prudent. For all our failings, despite our limitations and fallibilities, we humans are capable of greatness. 
What new wonders, undreamed of in our time, will we have wrought in another generation? And another? How far will our nomadic species have wandered by the end of the next century? And the next millennium? 
Our remote descendants, safely arrayed on many worlds through the solar system and beyond, will be unified by their common heritage, by their regard for their home planet, and by the knowledge that whatever other life there may be, the only humans in all the universe come from Earth. They will gaze up, and strain to find the blue dot in their skies. They will marvel at how vulnerable the repository of raw potential once was. How perilous, our infancy. How humble, our beginnings. How many rivers we had to cross before we found our way.”
— Carl Sagan; “Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space”


C. S. Lewis wrote a series of science-fiction novels that cast our universe as a lively, cosmopolitan cosmos with the exception of one planet.  Earth was known as “the silent planet”.  Nightly I wonder if we will find our voice in time.

sagansense:

We were hunters and foragers. The frontier was everywhere. We were bounded only by the Earth, and the ocean, and the sky. The open road still softly calls. Our little terraquious globe as the madhouse of those hundred thousand millions of worlds. We, who cannot even put our own planetary home in order, riven with rivalries and hatreds; Are we to venture out into space?

By the time we’re ready to settle even the nearest of other planetary systems, we will have changed. The simple passage of so many generations will have changed us. Necessity will have changed us. We’re… an adaptable species. It will not be we who reach Alpha Centauri and the other nearby stars. It will be a species very like us, but with more of our strengths, and fewer of our weaknesses. More confident, farseeing, capable, and prudent. For all our failings, despite our limitations and fallibilities, we humans are capable of greatness.

What new wonders, undreamed of in our time, will we have wrought in another generation? And another? How far will our nomadic species have wandered by the end of the next century? And the next millennium?

Our remote descendants, safely arrayed on many worlds through the solar system and beyond, will be unified by their common heritage, by their regard for their home planet, and by the knowledge that whatever other life there may be, the only humans in all the universe come from Earth. They will gaze up, and strain to find the blue dot in their skies. They will marvel at how vulnerable the repository of raw potential once was. How perilous, our infancy. How humble, our beginnings. How many rivers we had to cross before we found our way.

Carl Sagan; “Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space”

C. S. Lewis wrote a series of science-fiction novels that cast our universe as a lively, cosmopolitan cosmos with the exception of one planet. Earth was known as “the silent planet”. Nightly I wonder if we will find our voice in time.

(Source: becauserealitysux, via wolfdancer)

October 19, 2014

A blog entitled “God-Guns-Guts-Glory” has begun to follow me. I paid a visit to this blog, and now I can’t help but think that there’s been a terrible mistake.

Why did they press “Follow”?

October 9, 2014
Preston!

Preston!

October 8, 2014

(Source: karinanotcinerina, via redjeep)

September 12, 2014

(Source: rollership, via rrrick)

September 11, 2014
"What a story is, is devious. It pretends transparency, forthrightness. It engages with ordinary people, ordinary matters, recognizable stuff. But this is all a masquerade. What good stories deal with is the horror and incomprehensibility of time, the dark encroachment of old catastrophes…"

Joy Williams (via thatlitsite)

So…even if I an finished with the past, still the past may not be finished with me. Chilling.

August 31, 2014
"Whether you agree that we need the National Guard or the additional deputy sheriffs that I have previously called for to secure the border, it is shameful that our troops would be sent to keep us safe without basic supplies like food."

— Texas state Senator Wendy Davis in response to news that the Texas National Guard had contacted a Rio Grande Valley food bank to ask for assistance for 50 soldiers who have yet to receive a paycheck. (via kileyrae)

That’s right, folks. The Governor of Texas has dispatched troops to our border with Mexico, but has neglected to pay those troops. If we are utterly honest in our assessment, then both liberals and conservatives alike must site unfunded mandates as the Republican Party’s most persistent, most disruptive, most crippling administrative tic. Perhaps Republican ideas are so bad that even Republicans balk at paying for their costs?

(via kileyrae)

August 23, 2014
redjeep:

my-sea-of-time:

43 and proud of it! 😊

I’m tryin to remember what it was like to be 40 or 50 or… geez I’m old.

redjeep:

my-sea-of-time:

43 and proud of it! 😊

I’m tryin to remember what it was like to be 40 or 50 or… geez I’m old.

(Source: ohcamil)

August 5, 2014
nedhepburn:

Hello.

But enough about me.  Let’s talk about you.
What do you think of me?

nedhepburn:

Hello.

But enough about me. Let’s talk about you.
What do you think of me?

August 3, 2014
We belong to each other.  This fact can be exhilarating, inspiring, frustrating, enraging, and every ambivalent point in between, but the emotions that the fact induces stain not the immutable fact.  We belong to each other.

We belong to each other. This fact can be exhilarating, inspiring, frustrating, enraging, and every ambivalent point in between, but the emotions that the fact induces stain not the immutable fact. We belong to each other.

(Source: purplebuddhaproject)

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