Anonymous asked:
I’m sad because I’m doing nothing with my life but I’m not doing anything with my life because I’m sad and have no motivation
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30 years ago today: The Pale Blue Dot
Look again at 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 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. 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.
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.
30 years ago today: The Pale Blue Dot
Look again at 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 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. 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.
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.
I wanna talk about this in relation to the Overview Effect.
It’s felt probably most strongly by astronauts, due to them actually seeing the Earth for what it is: an insignificant rock in space.
But sometimes, every so often, an astronomer or astronaut or even yourself if you’re lucky, get to brush their fingers against this vast, humbling, breathtaking feeling. The feeling that Carl Sagan so beautifully describes in his Pale Blue Dot excerpt.
And when you do feel it, even if you can grasp onto it for only a fleeting second, it shatters you. It changes everything. It makes you want to sob because you know not everyone will connect to this feeling.
It makes your heart ache and soar at the same time.
life imitates art and vice versa
The reason it reminds you of a Renaissance paintings is because of how the people’s gestures and gazes direct your eye between each other and ultimately toward the central motif of the Beib getting choked.
It’s also the colour scheme and the lighting. The deep red and the pale greens, the lighting so dark that some figures are obscured but the others stand out with brighter lighting. Even the circular pattern in the back references halos or other decorative features meant to draw attention. 10/10 good Renaissance art.
And I enjoy the subject matter too.
And some of the hoodies and T shirts look like robes at first glance…?
It also looks like it could follow the golden spiral as well…
life imitates art and vice versa
The reason it reminds you of a Renaissance paintings is because of how the people’s gestures and gazes direct your eye between each other and ultimately toward the central motif of the Beib getting choked.
It’s also the colour scheme and the lighting. The deep red and the pale greens, the lighting so dark that some figures are obscured but the others stand out with brighter lighting. Even the circular pattern in the back references halos or other decorative features meant to draw attention. 10/10 good Renaissance art.
And I enjoy the subject matter too.
And some of the hoodies and T shirts look like robes at first glance…?
Malone, Post, and Justin Bieber. ‘Judas Gets His Ass Beat in the Club as Jesus Laughs.’ 2016. Phone Camera. Tumblr, The Club.
Today marks 25 years since NASA’s Voyager 1 spacecraft saw Earth as “a pale blue dot.”
“Look again at 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.” -Carl Sagan
Anonymous asked:
Space mom, I need help. I recently graduated from college and I feel so lost. I feel like life as I've known it my entire life, as a student, is gone and now I don't have a purpose. It's so disorienting and frustrating and I don't know what to do. Even the stars make me sad now because they don't look as pretty as they do at my little mountain school.
Find a way to stay in academia maybe?
Me: I’m feeling really sad right now because nothing is going right in my life
Someone: Well you know God has a plan for your life-
Me:
Anonymous asked:
I am really sad and tired and I don't really know why other than I am sick due to allergies and chronic illness and I am a bit bored because my laptop is out of commission currently so I can't write or do any digital art. I should be happy... because my life isn't that bad... and it's pride month... but I'm not?? I was happy and satisfied with my life two days ago. But nothing seems amusing, I don't want to eat... what do I do? (I can't come off anon, nobody can know who I am)
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“ a story about two sad androids who fall in love [listen]
tracklist:
“ Sleepless - Deadmau5 ≡ Within - Daft Punk ≡ One More Robot/Sympathy 3000-21 - The Flaming Lips ≡ Be Human - Scott Matthew ≡ Robots - Dan Mangan ≡ Sad Machine - Porter...](https://64.media.tumblr.com/a4ea7684346aeadae67bffabb67834f9/tumblr_n641wmxX6H1r1jm3po1_r3_500.png)
a story about two sad androids who fall in love [listen]
tracklist:
Sleepless - Deadmau5 ≡ Within - Daft Punk ≡ One More Robot/Sympathy 3000-21 - The Flaming Lips ≡ Be Human - Scott Matthew ≡ Robots - Dan Mangan ≡ Sad Machine - Porter Robinson ≡ On Melancholy Hill - Gorillaz ≡ Love - Disasterpeace ≡ Emotion - Daft Punk ≡ Servo Manual Chapter 1 (Mandroids on Whiskey) - Beautiful Small Machines ≡ Circuit Love - Soviet ≡ Interlude (Total Tea Time) - Anamanaguchi ≡ Snow Angels - Anamanaguchi