I am highly inspired by the inspired, and the inspiring; by the extraordinary and the sublime; by confidence and humility. And thankfully, we can find that kind of inspiration all around us. Sometimes you just have to dig a little deeper, look a little closer — perhaps from a different angle.
Could it be it? Could it be that he’s worried the nation will find out that that awful thing resembling hair atop of his head is made in China?
I think we all secretly wish that was it. But, no. We’re witnessing the unraveling of a major cover-up here. Way to go, Electoral College, for placing this corrupt orange monster in charge of the USA.
Can’t you see, girl?
I’m trying to get to you,
Doing crazy things
that only artists do.
A shadow of your posts
appears on my feed,
my keyboard gets all eager, girl,
A tweet I must set free.
I try to play it cool,
pretend your face don’t matter,
Date one here and there,
But low-key it’s you I’d rather.
My style, very different for
An erudite like you.
Don’t deny yourself the pleasure
Of calling me your beau.
When celebrating Earth, I’m always reminded of two things:
1) We’re all citizens of this planet, so let us stop calling other humans “illegal.” And
2) Without Earth, there’s no us — let’s do all we can to keep it clean and take better care of it.
Astronomer Carl Sagan’s beautiful famous words on Earth, Pale Blue Dot, are a good reminder of our place in the vast Universe.
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 posturing, 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.
Striking and humbling. Happy Earth Day!