A Pale Blue Dot

NASA photo showing Earth as a pale blue dot at the left edge of the bright rings.
Saturn eclipsing the Sun as seen by the Cassini space explorer.
Earth is the tiny blue dot just outside of the bright inner rings.

Click on the photo to enlarge it enough to see planet Earth.

Carl Sagan had this to say about another NASA photograph similar to this one:

From this distant vantage point, the Earth might not seem of any particular interest. But for us, it's different. Consider again 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.

from :: A Mindful Heart

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Soup, Ningbo Str, Shanghai
Jacek Walicki's photo

ssssshhhhhh!!!!!!! [this is our music]

Butch Morris, 1947 - 2013. 
Thanks for all the music, Mr. Morris.


Playing For Change

Decolonize Your Mind (*)

"Emancipate yourself from mental slavery. None but ourselves can free our minds."
Bob Marley

Decolonize Your Mind (**)

“No one is going to give you the education you need to overthrow them. 
Nobody is going to teach you your true history, 
teach you your true heroes, if they know that 
that knowledge will help set you free.” 
Assata Shakur


Downtown train

Chapeleiro: Achas que sou louco?
Alice: Sim, és completamente doido. Mas vou contar-te um segredo: as melhores pessoas são assim.

Alice no País das Maravilhas

cara de anjo mau

‎"Se há coisa que eu costumo dizer é aproveitem a vida e ajudem-se uns aos outros. Apreciem cada momento. Agradeçam, e não deixem nada por dizer, nada por fazer."

António Feio


Aqui - como convém aos mortais -
Tudo é divino
E a pintura embriaga mais
Que o próprio vinho

Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen


imagem: Guernica, de Picasso :: (Museu Reina Sofia, via The New York Times)


Alice in Acidland

Alice Through the Looking Glass 
LSD Blotter 

Mateus Rosé - The Ultimate Experience

James Marshall Hendrix 
born Johnny Allen Hendrix; November 27, 1942 – September 18, 1970

September 17, 1970 - London

Monika Dannemann claimed to have prepared a meal for them at her apartment in the Samarkand Hotel, 22 Lansdowne Crescent, Notting Hill, sometime around 11 p.m., when they shared a bottle of wine. The Death of Jimi Hendrix

Ainda segundo ela, por volta das 4 da manhã, sentiu-se mal e pediu-lhe uns comprimidos para ver se conseguia dormir, conversaram até às 7 e enquanto escrevia uma canção sobre ambos "The Story of Life" enfardou a caixa dos comprimidos e disse-lhe no fim "I want you to keep this forever, I don't want you to forget anything that is written. It's a story about you and me"

The story of Jesus
so easy to explain
After they crucified him,
a woman, she claimed his name
We as men
can't explain the reason why
the woman's always mentioned
at the moment that we die
The story of life
is quicker than the wink of an eye
The story of love
is hello and goodbye
Until we meet again

- The Ultimate Experience -

morreu nessa manhã, asfixiado no próprio vomito...


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