Our pale blue dot in the wake of destruction
This is our home, that pale blue dot, dwarfed by an arrow that takes up less space on your screen than this sentence. For all our “overwhelming” intelligence, if we flexed our mental might and developed a weapon to destroy this pale blue dot, it would almost certainly go unnoticed in the universe.
Maybe you believe so strongly that you will live forever in an eternal bliss in heaven — be it with Allah, YHWH, Jehovah, or something completely different — that you would die for your believes, that you would die for those few pixels on your screen.
This pale blue dot is our home; it is the only world we can definitively say is home to life. Given the way we act however, I am hesitant to use the term intelligent life.
Maybe it is in our nature. We are lazy creatures in a lazy universe and it is certainly easier to destroy than to build. We have gotten efficient at destroying, yet too few people are willing to use those same efforts for creating. While we all mourn the recent losses here in the US as well as those overseas and in fact, all over our pale blue dot, we should also mourn the world we live in.
We should grieve over the idea that, as we advance as a society, we make it easier to kill each other rather than lift each other up. A society where we count how blessed or happy we are, by who we can exclude — through wealth, religious ideals, skin color, race, sex, or otherwise — rather than include and support.
For the first time in our brief history on this planet, we can communicate, in real time, with people from all around the world like they were just in the next room. Yet, we have never been more alone. We draw invisible lines on that tiny little dot, as if it actually mattered.
We claim a fraction of a fraction of relatively nothing as our own. We fight to the death over our beliefs, our religions, and worse of all our exclusion from a community who actively points out how different we are.
It is as if being all the same, a perfect carbon copy of the person to the right or left of us is some sort of achievement or something to strive to do.
No matter what you believe in — heaven, hell, or even nothing at all — when we compare our brief existence to the cosmological clock it is confusing how we can convince ourselves that exclusion, destruction, or war, will have some effect in this universe.
Look again at that image, really look at it — at the vast emptiness and enormous unexplored space simply contained in that photo — and tell me what belief or misplaced idea of sovereignty can justify mass murder? Everyone and everything you have ever loved, ever will love, or will ever know calls that speck of pale blue dust in our universe, home.
Maybe we ignore this image because it is easier to think that we are the masters of our reality, instead of being properly humbled and in awe, of this pale blue dot, in some random corner of the universe, that we call our humble home.
We here at the Labs are saddened over the needless loss of life that is all too often happening in our society. Please be safe, and tell the people you love how you feel about them, if only just because you can.
Carl Sagan (2007). The Voyager 1 spacecraft image shows the earth as a pale blue dot against the black of deep space Science Direct DOI: 10.1016/B978-008044045-3/50001-3