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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.
(Carl Sagan's Pale Blue Dot-- on imaging from Voyager 1)
The Earth is a literal death star, flying thru space, looping around and
around the Sun many times over and again: a floating grave yard whose
soils and seas are filled with the dead from many centuries stretching back
to Abel: the first of its passengers to return to the dust from whence they
came.
● Eccl 7:2 . . It is better to spend your time at funerals than at festivals. For
you are going to die, and you should think about it while there is still
time.
Pop Clock Update: 3,022 days have elapsed since beginning the thread. If
the figures in post #1 are within reason, then something like 177,031,782
new arrivals have checked into the fiery sector of Hades since December 10,
2014.
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