A world of words
Let’s dot the i’s and cross the t’s on this entry. It is not a small round mark used in music to denote the lengthening of a note or rest by half. And it is neither a polka-dot in a little Andalusian dancing shoe nor a dot on an e-mail address (DOT com).
On february 14th 1990, the engineers in Voyager 1 turned around for one last look at the Earth and took an image of our planet, which , 6.4 billion kilometres away, appeared as a tiny point of light, a PALE BLUE DOT.
Written and narrated by Carl Sagan
“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.”