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PALE BLUE DOT
A metaphor for our fragile planet. Karl Sagan said: "We succeeded in taking that picture [from deep space], and, if you look at it, you see a dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you know, everyone you love, everyone you've ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines. Every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every hopeful child, every mother and father, every 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 the dot on scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner of the dot. 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. It is up to us. It's been said that astronomy is a humbling, and I might add, a character-building experience. To my mind, 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 and compassionately with one another and to preserve and cherish this pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known."
First posted on October 5, 2007.
Some metaphors people use in life gain a whole new meaning when one gets into cycling.
Normally, one would perceive a statement like "It's only down hill from here", as a negative prospective about the future.
However, the soul is filled with joy when you hear such statement after climbing a challenging mountain.
She loves me, She loves me not.
Loves me loves me loves me loves me
Doesnt Doesnt Doesnt
Thank God I dont do that petal thing or this bulb thing to decide if I'm liked by someone.
I've always seen everything around me like a metaphor for adventure. I've been chased by that feeling since I had memories to remember, finding the joy in that state of mind, no matter how well-trod a path I'm taking. I've got nothing against mountain climbing and sailing oceans, but everything everywhere has already been discovered. So I find it again, wide-eyed wonder at what's forgotten, walking wherever I have someplace to myself. You can still be an explorer with humanity all around you. Since I first knew Susy, she woke that up in me, offered a reminder to capture an experience with no waning energy. In the years before her hip surgery, these stairs could've been halfway to Everest. Insurmountable emotion, the same kind of elation at the sill of a staircase like the lip of a cliff. I'm hanging on with all my heart, to the kind of personality that gives any day meaning. I never take gravity for granted.
December 29, 2019
St. Charles, Illinois
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"As with events, so is it with thoughts. When I watch that flowing river, which, out of regions I see not, pours for a season its streams into me, I see that I am a pensioner; not a cause, but a surprised spectator of this ethereal water; that I desire and look up, and put myself in the attitude of reception, but from some alien energy the visions come."
"Dream delivers us to dream, and there is no end to illusion. Life is a train of moods like a string of beads, and, as we pass through them, they prove to be many-colored lenses which paint the world their own hue, and each shows only what lies in its focus. From the mountain you see the mountain. We animate what we can, and we see only what we animate. Nature and books belong to the eyes that see them. It depends on the mood of the man, whether he shall see the sunset or the fine poem. There are always sunsets, and there is always genius; but only a few hours so serene that we can relish nature or criticism."
"It is very unhappy, but too late to be helped, the discovery we have made, that we exist. That discovery is called the Fall of Man. Ever afterwards, we suspect our instruments. We have learned that we do not see directly, but mediately, and that we have no means of correcting these colored and distorting lenses which we are, or of computing the amount of their errors. Perhaps these subject-lenses have a creative power; perhaps there are no objects. Once we lived in what we saw; now, the rapaciousness of this new power, which threatens to absorb all things, engages us. Nature, art, persons, letters, religions, - objects, successively tumble in, and God is but one of its ideas. Nature and literature are subjective phenomena; every evil and every good thing is a shadow which we cast."
"Thus inevitably does the universe wear our color, and every object fall successively into the subject itself. The subject exists, the subject enlarges; all things sooner or later fall into place. As I am, so I see; use what language we will, we can never say anything but what we are."
- Emerson
A metaphor expresses the unfamiliar in terms of the familiar. Do you hear the conversation? Have a wonderful coming weekend my good friends! Regards.
We have to think about possible methaphors for the Introduction to E-Learning course. This is a list of some of those proposed. After much discussion some have been rejected and they are crossed out.
Le délai, métaphore de la précarité de la vie par Gloria Friedmann à la Friche Belle de mai #mp2013
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What’s left of the fourth to last sunset of 2017 glistens off the sides of an elephant-style D9-44CW and ES44DC tandem that take a modest 82-car 33K-28 west towards a darkening horizon as day turns to dusk in Northern New Jersey along Conrail’s Lehigh Line. This would be the final subject I would photograph in the year 2017. A thought provoking metaphor bridging the gap between this year and next, or just a fitting sendoff aimed towards the west?
NS 33K-28
“Cranford Junction”
Cranford, New Jersey
CRCX Lehigh Line (MP 17.9)
Thursday, December 28th, 2017
If a grain of rice equals 1 ounce of mercury, this his how much mercury the White Stallion coal fired power plant would produce annually.
What is a “Meta” for? (Make that Metaphor) article on dailyhrtips.com www.dailyhrtips.com/2010/04/05/hr-tips-change-management-...
But now I've replanted the bulbs. Nothing is certain, only the certain spring.
Inspired by John Blakemore in 100 words.
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What you think about this concept, execution...?
can you tell what is being portrayed?
A part in a series of hand drawn mindmaps, diagrams, and sketchnotes from my personal visual thinking collection.
Background Image via "Aztec Gods" by Dunechaser flickr.com/photos/dunechaser/103723419 is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA
Featured image for post readwriterespond.com/2018/02/education-myths/