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#264191voted by our readers
By Anonymous

If a kite has no flyer, What's the point of going higher? To just drift away, And never stay? To soar high, And brush the sky? If a kite has no one to guide it, It might as...

#264192 Poetry
By bayleewilliams SILVER
Valley Springs, California
bayleewilliams SILVER, Valley Springs, California
6 articles 0 photos 6 comments
#264193 Poetry
By pinklover33 GOLD
Unknown, Other
pinklover33 GOLD, Unknown, Other
10 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
Learn to love, fight for what's right but most of all never give up on life

#264194 Poetry
Kairi_McEwin GOLD, Milwaukee, Wisconsin
19 articles 0 photos 17 comments

Favorite Quote:
“Truth is always stranger than fiction. We craft fiction to match our sense of how things ought to be, but truth cannot be crafted. Truth is, and truth has a way of astonishing us to our knees. Reminding us, that the universe does not exist to fulfill our expectations. Because we are imperfect beings who are self-blinded to the truth of the world’s stunning complexity, we shave reality to paper thin theories and ideologies that we can easily grasp – and we call them truths. But the truth of a sea in all it’s immensity cannot be embodied in one tidewashed pebble.”

#264195 Poetry
By fatimaaa BRONZE
Murrysville, Pennsylvania
fatimaaa BRONZE, Murrysville, Pennsylvania
3 articles 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
"It doesn't matter how slow you go, so as long as you don't stop." - Wisdom of Confucius

#264196 Poetry
By Valor GOLD
Hawthorne, California
Valor GOLD, Hawthorne, California
15 articles 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;Look again at that dot. That&#039;s here. That&#039;s home. That&#039;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 &quot;superstar,&quot; every &quot;supreme leader,&quot; every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.<br /> <br /> 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.<br /> <br /> 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.<br /> <br /> 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.<br /> <br /> 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&#039;ve ever known.&rdquo; <br /> ― Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space

#264197 Poetry
By Olivia-Atlet ELITE
Dardenne Prairie, Missouri
Olivia-Atlet ELITE, Dardenne Prairie, Missouri
325 articles 10 photos 1165 comments

Favorite Quote:
"To these the past hath its phantoms,<br /> More real than solid earth;<br /> And to these death does not mean decay,<br /> But only another birth" <br /> - Isabella Banks

#264198 Poetry
By Steve.Northrup PLATINUM
Hartland, Wisconsin
Steve.Northrup PLATINUM, Hartland, Wisconsin
22 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#264199 Poetry
By Anonymous
#264200 Poetry
By MusicL0v3r28 GOLD
Forks, Pennsylvania
MusicL0v3r28 GOLD, Forks, Pennsylvania
11 articles 0 photos 12 comments