Writing - On Wonder

Writing - On Wonder

We spent thousands of years looking up at stars. Naming them, calling them, creating stories around them and weaving myths. We promised them to one another, and dreamed, is anyone out there? We were hoping and wondering and imagining.

Writing - Potoo

Writing - Potoo

Potoo.  Space.  Writing prompt from Rachel.

Writing - Saturday Night - Quantity

Writing - Saturday Night - Quantity

Quantity

Observations - Airports

Observations - Airports

There's nothing quite like sitting in an airport for two hours to make you really begin to notice how truly different we all look as humans.  Different in the way we act, dress, move, even respond to one another.  There's something amazingly and truly diverse about this particular ecosystem.  Most public places cater to a certain type of person, or a certain economic class or race, but in some ways you just don't see that the same way in an airport.

I guess there are all the people who can't afford to fly, but that's a thing I suppose.

Carl Sagan - The Pale Blue Dot

Carl Sagan - The Pale Blue Dot








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.