indian giver

Wed, 15 Apr 2009 02:08:28 GMT

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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. 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

Sun, 12 Apr 2009 00:25:09 GMT

why do sleepers creep on garden walls?
the coo-coo calls
patiently seeking time til you come home

you never really go away
its just the space between us growing
a little more
than it ever has before

evening leaves me spells of you
and tells me tales
the snail is listening too

you never really go away
its just the space between us growing
a little more
than it ever has before

catches wishbones
pulls on strings
knows i want to tell you
many things

knows i will someday
someday i will

now i sit singing
spinning words and patterns in my head
spiders hide their webs and welcome your return

hello,
you never really went away
it was just the space between us growing
a little more than it ever had before

Thu, 05 Jul 2007 04:17:38 GMT

david and i are leaving for maryland tomorrow, i'm very excite. a vacation is what i was needing.

alot of days i wish this summer would last forevz. minus the working all the time part.

speaking of, i was lifeguaring swim team monday morning, and the coach (erica althoff) was diving into the pool and broke part of the lane line with her head, which resulted in a mass head wound that ended up needing 60+ stitches to fix (the cut went down to her skull). my first aid certification really has come in handy. i think this case was even more impressive than giving first aid to a 5yr old midget who cut his head open when he fell off a merry-go-round.

Fri, 26 Jan 2007 03:23:18 GMT

FRIENDS ONLY!
cmnt to be added kthnx