This world is so little, we are so few, this pale blue dot is so small and fragile, that it's precious.
I'm not sure anout how legal or righteous posting this is, but this is about sharing. I feel I couldn't say it better, so instead of quoting I just share the very same thing that moved me, not filtering or bastardising it it throug my own interpretations. Carl Sagan may be a little "passé" in some circles, and a little outdated in terms of technology or current knowledge, but he made me discover the magic of the universe when I was a little kid, growing in the eighties: he made me discover the universe, this world we take for granted just as the air or the water, wich now we know are so rare. After "Cosmos" I felt part of a bigger scheme, unique but insignificant, like a jewel or a sculpture by Michelangelo. Beautiful, indeed, but barely capable of changing only that a few meters and a few moments around us, while the sun continues rising wether we are here or not. In the end a just a beautiful waste of time and energy. A luxury. Precious.