Quotes: Insignificant Little Blue Planet
The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding
In all of the directions it can whizz
As fast as it can go, at the speed of light, you know,
Twelve million miles a minute, and that's the fastest speed there is.
So remember, when you're feeling very small and insecure,
How amazingly unlikely is your birth,
And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space,
'Cause there's bugger all down here on Earth
And crawling, on the planet's face,
Some insects, called the human race,
Lost in time, and lost in space
It's a great big universe
And we're all really puny
We're just tiny little specks
About the size of Mickey Rooney.
It's big and black and inky
And we are small and dinky
It's a big universe and we're not
I know now that I am just a tiny grain of sand
Upon a vast beach
Without mercy the tide's rolling in...
Ah, Lucifer, look back upon our Earth;
First did the flowers vanish from our sight,
And then the swaying branches of the woods;
The well-known landscape, with its pleasant haunts
Merged fast into a flat plain, featureless,
And every landmark faded and grew dim.
Then dwindled mighty rocks to clods of earth,
The cloud that lightning veils and thunder's roar -
The voice of God to them which dwell below -
We saw as vapour driven by the wind.
The boundless ocean's ever surging waves,
Where are they now? A shadow on the globe
That turns and mingles with a thousand stars.
And yet that Earth was all the world for us.
—Adam, The Tragedy of Man
In my opinion, the existence of life is a highly overrated phenomenon.
Earth? Horrible name for a planet. Might as well call it 'Dirt'. Planet Dirt.
Space is disease and death wrapped in a darkness and silence!
My travels in the ancestral mazes have memorized uncounted places and events which I never desire to see repeated. I have seen peoples and planets in such numbers that they lose meaning even in imagination. Ohhh, the landscapes I have passed. The calligraphy of alien roads glimpsed from space and imprinted upon my innermost sight. The eroded sculpture of canyons and cliffs and galaxies has imprinted upon me the certain knowledge that I am a mote.
Let's face facts: in the larger context of galactic civilization, we're the guys standing in the corner with no pants on clanking rocks together.
—Michael Swaim, "The 8 Most Misguided Sci-Fi Versions Of 2008"
In one such world, in the corner of some backwater galaxy, humans rule over a senseless planet...However, that's about as important as a speck of dust in this pluralistic cosmos.
That cloud of stars is our galaxy, the Milky Way. Our solar system is on the edge of it. We hurl through an incomprehensible darkness. In cosmic terms, we are subatomic particles in a grain of sand on an infinite beach.
"Klytus, I'm bored
. What plaything can you offer me today?"
"An obscure body in the SK system, Your Majesty. The inhabitants refer to it as the planet... Earth
"Viewing so far away the Earth is like a mysterious blue sapphire."
"Aside from my Dora Scope the planet's just a swarm of filthy trash."
Until one day... very deep in a 6th-rate galaxy called 'The Milky Way'... circling around a 4th-rate star called 'The Sun'... on a 10th-rate planet, a strange creature appeared... a strange creature called 'Man'...
The life of man is of no greater importance to the universe than that of an oyster.
—David Hume, On Suicide
It is a stage in the decay of the solar system; at a certain stage of decay you get the sort of conditions of temperature and so forth which are suitable to protoplasm, and there is life for a short time in the life of the whole solar system. You see in the moon the sort of thing to which the earth is tending — something dead, cold, and lifeless.
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.
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 universe is a million billion light-years wide, and every inch of it would kill you if you went there. This is the position of the universe with regards to human life.
Apparently there is no profit in the unique, or not enough to make it worthwhile to preserve. Ultimately it drains the life out of us, and existentialism starts to make more and more sense.
What are the lessons to be learned from this journey of the mind? That humans are emotionally fragile, perennially gullible, hopelessly ignorant masters of an insignificantly small speck of the cosmos.
Have a nice day.
It is only in light of the sheer and painful triviality of human existence in terms of the universe that creationism can be understood... This view treats recorded history as, effectively, the only form of history.
Various dates exist, the most famous of which is probably Archbishop James Ussher's due to its alarming specificity, claiming that the universe was created the evening before October 26, 4004 BC. Physical evidence shows that this is only off by a factor of 2.25 million or so. This scale of error necessitates the assumption of a Cartesian Demon of a God
who laid an elaborate fossil record for, presumably, the sole purpose of fucking with arrogant humans. The fact that this view is preferred by some to science and empiricism speaks of the sheer damage done to the anthropic principle by science — it is so unseated that a malevolent god is actually a comfort in the face of the sheer arbitrariness of humanity on the geologic scale.