My brother who holds the keys to all that is cool. My mother for her wisdom and resolve. My dad, the smartest man I know. My girlfriend Alexis, for giving me goals to aspire to, and a reason to aspire.
We succeeded in taking that picture [from deep space], and, if you look at it, you see a dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever lived, lived out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every hopeful child, every mother and father, every 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 in 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 the dot on scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner of the dot. 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. It is up to us. It's been said that astronomy is a humbling, and I might add, a character-building experience. To my mind, 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 and compassionately with one another and to preserve and cherish that pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known."
- Carl Sagan
"Don't try to find the answer
when there ain't no question here
brother let your heart be wounded
and give no mercy to your fear"
- Live
Is God willing to prevent evil, but not able?
Then he is not omnipotent.
Is he able, but not willing?
Then he is malevolent.
Is he both able and willing?
Then whence cometh evil?
Is he neither able nor willing?
Then why call him God?
-Epicurus
My new profile pic makes me miss that place. Sucks I get sick whenever I eat there. I suppose I could still beer it up without a prob, though! We need to hit that back porch with the gang soon. *leaves sloppy kisses for ya*
This Saturday 7pm We will be playing a benefit for Childrens Miracle Network at the Wal-mart in McMinnville. Please dress warm just in case and hey, it's free and all ages! See you there?
Why did I just now see the comment you left me on Oct 31? Ha. I'm just not on here enough. I can't wait to get internet, again, so I can upload some new pics. How are ya?
Even though you killed baby Thumper right after the ball dropped, I think it's still going to be a great year. You're right. Just because we start the year off killing baby animals doesn't mean it won't be the best year ever!! Thank you for making me so happy in general...and especially about our new addition. You're the best Daddy ever. xo
We succeeded in taking that picture [from deep space], and, if you look at it, you see a dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever lived, lived out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every hopeful child, every mother and father, every 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.
