9 February 2008
Dunce.
I didn’t major in math. I majored in miracles, and I still believe in them, too.— Republican party nominee contender, Mike Huckabee, on being 500 delegates behind John McCain.
A sad, sad, day for Miracles 101.
I didn’t major in math. I majored in miracles, and I still believe in them, too.— Republican party nominee contender, Mike Huckabee, on being 500 delegates behind John McCain.
A sad, sad, day for Miracles 101.
Run when you can, walk if you have to, crawl if you must; just never give up.— Dean Karnazes, on a Starbucks coffee cup
If the teardrops I shed made a pathway to heaven, I would walk all the way and bring you home, hold you in my arms again, and never let you go.— Elaine Belanger, mother of victim Brenda Wolfe
Make a demographic boom with Viagra. —web at smallpark dot org
The funniest spam in my mail today.
If you would know how a man treats his wife and his children, see how he treats his books. —Ralph Waldo Emerson (Via)
No truer words could ever be said. Click here first for the image of the pale blue dot.
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 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. 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.
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
Play nice with each other, it’s all we’ve got.
America will never be destroyed from the outside. If we falter and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves.— Abraham Lincoln
They that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety.— Benjamin Franklin
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