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“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.” —Carl Sagan on a photo taken of Earth by Voyager 1
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Pale blue dot, spot on a mirror shot years
ago into depths colder than stillest still
reflects our lonely circumstance.
Home glows smaller than the period
at this sentence end. Life squeezed
to the significance of a mote
vague but lucent. A place of
cruel small thoughts and ones sublime
enough to reach billions of light years
into a past closed only by a shortfall of
time —a breadth of scarcity we can’t even
think, requiring space cramped as an
instant’s instant.
If only light were whole and quicker,
the laws of physics fully peeled,
and god were not so much a
mercilessly silent trickster by whom
nothing certain is revealed.
Jim Culleny, © 4/23/15
Blink 