“Soy Vanidosa, Déspota, Blasfema, Soberbia, Altiva, Ingrata, Desdeñosa; Pero Conservo Aún La Tez

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Home Sweet Homicide by Walter Stackpool (1959)

“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 about The Pale Blue Dot, taken 30 years ago on February 14, 1990, by the Voyager 1 space probe from 6 billion kilometers (3.7 billion miles) away from Earth.

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Bronze sculpture, EXPANSION. By Paige Bradley.

“There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in…”

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De Alejandra G. Remón

Between Birds of Prey by Blood Axis From “The Gospel of Inhumanity” (1995) NeoFolk / Martial industrial / Experimental / Poetry Lyrics by Friedrich Nietzsche from “Dionysian-Dithyrambs” (1891) Background music: “Tu che le vanita conoscesti del mondo” from Giuseppe Verdi’s Opera “Don Carlo”

“Soy dueña de las montañas, de los astros, y los soles, de mapas y mirasoles dueña soy de mis pestañas de mis lúcidas hazañas, del fuego de mil crisoles de ruedos con toros y oles Y del viento de las cañas, soy dueña del firmamento porque lo miro en aumento, soy dueña de los espejos porque plasmo sus reflejos, soy dueña del universo porque lo invento en mi verso.”

— Soy dueña del universo, Pita Amor.