Without You MAG

June 22, 2014
By Valor GOLD, Hawthorne, California
Valor GOLD, Hawthorne, California
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Favorite Quote:
“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, Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space


I'm sorry that I am leaving you
I am going into the earth for another time
I'm sorry that I'm leaving you to age
while I die young
In our past life we saw Hiroshima light up like a Christmas tree
We saw the barbaric Goths create mayhem but we sat by and made love
I'll see you next time on the Challenger,
my dearest love
I'll see you dressed in rags while our
sun turns to red
We will make love in a hollow tin can
floating through space
I can see our new home from here
Men's minds are corrupted by the
temptations of the planet
Fields glazed with a tint of red
The hatred of men passes
You and I always come back to witness
the atrocities of men
I would have been driven insane if I hadn't had you by my side
I will always love you
Till the very last star dies



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