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Im Sorry But I Cant Believe That A Species Who Invented Funerals And Cemeteries For Our Dead, And Who

I’m sorry but I can’t believe that a species who invented funerals and cemeteries for our dead, and who has millions of people and places dedicated specifically to keep other species’ safe is fundamentally, irreversibly evil


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2 years ago
Black text on a light background. It reads "with shortness of breath, you explained the infinite. How rare and beautiful it is to even exist"
A photo of a cluster of galaxies
Black text on a white background. It reads "Everything about us is finite. Everything within us is infinite."
A man sitting on a floor outside, looking up at a dark blue starry sky. He is sitting next to a telescope. The photo is taken from behind.
White text on a dark background. It reads "You and I, we are matter and it matters"
Black text on a light background. It reads "we are the dust of dust, we are the apple of God's eye. We are infinite as the universe we hold inside"
Van Gogh's Starry Night. It is a post-impressionist painting of a starry sky over a landscape. The painting is mostly blue, with the exception of yellow stars and a yellow moon. The night sky is depicted through swirling brush strokes.
Black text on a light background. It reads "well, even the great celestial hieroglyphs are bodies of dust illuminated, and if the heavens can be both sacred and dust, oh maybe so can the rest of us"
A photo of the Carina Nebula. It's orange and blue and speckled with stars.
Black text on a white background. It reads "Be proud of your place in the cosmos. It is small, and yet it is"

Infinity times infinity

Sleeping At Last - Saturn // SMACS 0723 // Welcome to Night Vale 205 // Serendipity // The Oh Hellos - Zephyrus // Sleeping At Last - Sun // Starry Night // The Oh Hellos - Hieroglyphs // Carina Nebula // Welcome to Night Vale 49

2 years ago

my heart finds a new way to break everyday

2 years ago

Imagine being an early human staring at the Aurora Boraelis, everyone around you mesmerized, wandering if there’s something bigger than your day to day life

2 years ago

since the jwst is on everyone's minds right now, i want to take a second to remember voyager i, our little interstellar probe that could. it's out past the sun's reach now, traveling away from us at nearly 40,000 mph. and it carries with it the "golden record".

we knew when we sent it that it would eventually leave the solar system, and would someday -- many, many years in the future -- find another star or solar system. eventually. the laws of physics demand it.

and so we put a record of ourselves with it. just in case -- in the highly unlikely, but still possible, event that it happened upon a world with intelligent life that could understand it. our message in a bottle, cast out into the endless sea of space.

we recorded our voices, in many languages. we recorded the sounds of wild animals, of insects, of water rushing. we recorded brainwaves.

ann druyan's brainwaves, in fact. an hour of them, as she thought of all kinds of things.

she and carl sagan worked on this project together, and over the course of their work, they fell in love.

she took the time, during the recordings, to think of him, and how she felt about him.

so that love -- not just earth's existence, or its sounds, or human voices, but love -- would be sent out in our message, cast out into the ocean of space, in the distant hope that someday, somewhere, something would see it and hear us, and know us, and know how we feel.

even if voyager i never finds another life in the universe, even if the golden record is never played, i think it's important that we sent it anyway. what it says about us as a people, our hope and our optimism and our faith and our love -- we cast this all out into the stars.

"dare to cast thy bread upon the sea," indeed.

2 years ago

Reminders of the fact we are biological creatures can make people uncomfortable, as if it makes us less real and our choices less genuine, but I think we can chose to embrace it, too. The way music will increase our sadness at something. The way early mornings in spring make you feel everything will be okay, despite logic. The warmth and peace we feel when being hugged. We’re biological, and that’s okay. It’s beautiful that we’re the result of billions of years of change. I still believe we’re more than our bodies, more than biology. But we can embrace both. We are infinitely complex.


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