
Earth, as seen by Voyager 1 at a distance of 4 billion miles.
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 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 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.
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. 
         --Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot, 1994