The Pale Blue Dot is a photograph of Earth taken Feb. 14, 1990, by NASA’s Voyager 1 at a distance of 3.7 billion miles (6 billion kilometers) from the Sun
Carl Sagan reads from “Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space,”
“[Carl] Sagan was a member of the Voyager Imaging Team. He had the original idea in 1981 to use the cameras on one of the two Voyager spacecraft to image Earth. He realized that because the spacecraft were so far away the images might not show much. This was precisely why Sagan and other members of the Voyager team felt the images were needed — they wanted humanity to see Earth’s vulnerability and that our home world is just a tiny, fragile speck in the cosmic ocean.” Nasa.gov: Voyager 1’s Pale Blue Dot
The Leftovers: “I Live Here Now” (Season 2 : Episode 10Kevin Garvey (Justin Theroux) “Homeward Bound”
Song: Homeward Bound
Lyrics: Simon & Garfunkel
I'm sitting in the railway station
Got a ticket to my destination
On a tour of one-night stands
my suitcase and guitar in hand
And every stop is neatly planned
for a poet and a one-man band
Homeward bound
I wish I was
Homeward bound
Home where my thought's escaping
Home where my music's playing
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me
Every day's an endless stream
Of cigarettes and magazines
And each town looks the same to me,
the movies and the factories
And every stranger's face I see
reminds me that I long to be
Homeward bound
I wish I was
Homeward bound
Home where my thought's escaping
Home where my music's playing
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me
Tonight I'll sing my songs again
I'll play the game and pretend
But all my words come back to me
in shades of mediocrity
Like emptiness in harmony
I need someone to comfort me
Homeward bound
I wish I was
Homeward bound
Home where my thought's escaping
Home where my music's playing
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me
Silently for me
"... the highest passion in a [hu]man is faith, and here no generation begins at any other point than did the preceding generation, every generation begins all over again..."
"There are perhaps many in every generation who do not even reach it, but no one gets further."
"'One must go further, one must go further.'"
from "Fear and Trembling" by Søren Kierkegaard
Blade Runner, 1982Track from: Blade Runner (Soundtrack) by Vangelis
"I've seen things you people wouldn't believe...
Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion...
I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate.
All those
moments will be lost in time,
like tears in rain..".
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Liver goes down to Texas and has tea with a maid.
She says “Thanks. Let’s move on.”
Meanwhile, angles dance on pigeon wings and lift spirits on high.
Local teens run in streams of ever lasting byes.
Sentences steam and puke up yesterdays bile and kings and queens on satin beds read newspapers from the Nile.
Greeks midst pantheons, with noses turned up high.
The Shah in Persia-Old buried beneath the tide.
Plague creeps down city streets freeing up many beds.
Blunt edged swords sever from the shoulders up, leave empty heads.
Cinnamon, salt, pepper, thyme on bread sliced by time.
Music plays unheard, books open unread.
This year spring proceeds summer as fall’s a corpse in the gorge.
“My name’s May” she says.
The Oolong will do fine.
SOTO is an interactive web-based tool, created by NASA’s Physical Oceanography DAAC (PO.DAAC) to generate informative maps, animations, and plots that communicate and prove the discovery and analysis of the state of the oceans.
The suite of tools provide access to a broad range of satellite-derived products and key parameters of interest to the oceanographic community.
Earth breathes, in this animation that plots the accretion (brown) and abatement (green) of atmospheric Carbon (C) in the atmosphere (Image credit: Markus Reichstein / Creative Commons license)
Melancholic melody
Played in the key of flat D,
Somber metered masquerade,
Times the harlequin charade
When the span of 'man is past,
Promenade emptied of parade,
And passed, the one that shall be last,
When clock-springs at last unspool,
And history long forgotten,
By reckoning celestial,
A drop unexceptional
In infinity's pool
For whom shall it then mournfully play?
What doleful dancer shall its tune sway?
When all built lies in desolate ruin,
Who shall listen to “Clair de lune?
Suite bergamasque, Third movement by Claude Debussy
Clair de lune (French Poem)
by: Paul Verlaine
Votre âme est un paysage choisi
Que vont charmant masques et bergamasques
Jouant du luth et dansant et quasi
Tristes sous leurs déguisements fantasques.
Tout en chantant sur le mode mineur
L'amour vainqueur et la vie opportune
Ils n'ont pas l'air de croire à leur bonheur
Et leur chanson se mêle au clair de lune,
Au calme clair de lune triste et beau,
Qui fait rêver les oiseaux dans les arbres
Et sangloter d'extase les jets d'eau,
Les grands jets d'eau sveltes parmi les marbres
Your soul, a landscape of choice made Where charming masquerading dancers parade, Playing the lute as they promenade ecstatic, Sad beneath disguises fantastic.
While singing a minor key tune Of vanquishing love and a life opportune, They are incredulous of their own boon, As their song blends with light of the moon.
From that light of the moon, happiness flees, While the birds sleep dreaming in the trees, It bathes sobbing fountains inconsolable, While svelte water streams among statues of marble.
