Wednesday, January 31, 2007

For Carl...

Από το –τώρα και σαν Audio Book –«Pale Blue Dot» του Carl Sagan (R.I.P., δες sidebar).

(Εγώ το κατέβασα «τζάμπα» από το BitLord.. φαντάζομαι υπάρχει και αλλού…)


«…We were wanderers from the beginning. We knew every stand of tree for a hundred miles. When the fruits or nuts were ripe, we were there. We followed the herds in their annual migrations. We rejoiced in fresh meat. through stealth, feint, ambush, and main-force assault, a few of us cooperating accomplished what many of us, each hunting alone, could not. We depended on one another. Making it on our own was as ludicrous to imagine as was settling down…

Working together, we protected our children from the lions and the hyenas. We taught them the skills they would need. And the tools. Then, as now, technology was the key to our survival.

When the drought was prolonged, or when an unsettling chill lingered in the summer air, our group moved on—sometimes to unknown lands. We sought a better place. And when we couldn't get on with the others in our little nomadic band, we left to find a more friendly bunch somewhere else.
We could always begin again.

For 99.9 percent of the time since our species came to be, we were hunters and foragers, wanderers on the savannahs and the steppes. There were no border guards then, no customs officials. The frontier was everywhere. We were bounded only by the Earth and the ocean and the sky—plus occasional grumpy neighbors.

When the climate was congenial, though, when the food was plentiful, we were willing to stay put. Unadventurous. Overweight. Careless. In the last ten thousand years—an instant in our long history— we've abandoned the nomadic fife. We've domesticated the plants and animals. Why chase the food when you can make it come to you?

For all its material advantages, the sedentary life has left us edgy, unfulfilled. Even after 400 generations in villages and cities, we haven't forgotten. The open road still softly calls, like a nearly forgotten song of childhood. We invest far-off places with a certain romance. This appeal, I suspect, has been meticulously crafted by natural selection as an essential element in our survival. Long summers, mild winters, rich harvests, plentiful game—none of them lasts forever. It is beyond our powers to predict the future. Catastrophic events have a way of sneaking up on us, of catching us unaware. Your own life, or your band's, or even your species' might be owed to a restless few—drawn, by a craving they can hardly articulate or understand, to undiscovered lands and new worlds.

Herman Melville, in Moby Dick, spoke for wanderers in all epochs and meridians: "I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas . . ."…»


«…These days there seems to be nowhere left to explore, at least on the land area of the Earth. Victims of their very success the explorers now pretty much stay home…»

(Audio in Podcast to follow, Synchronize)




Κεφάλαιο 1ο

«…The spacecraft was a long way from home, beyond the orbit of the outermost planet and high above the ecliptic plane—which is an imaginary flat surface that we can think of as something like a racetrack in which the orbits of the planets are mainly confined. The ship was speeding away from the Sun at 40,000 miles per hour. But in early February of 1990, it was overtaken by an urgent message from Earth….»



«…Mariners had painstakingly mapped the coastlines of the continents. Geographers had translated these findings into charts and globes. Photographs of tiny patches of the Earth had been obtained first by balloons and aircraft, then by rockets in brief ballistic flight, and at last by orbiting spacecraft—giving a perspective like the one you achieve by positioning your eyeball about an inch above a large globe. While almost everyone is taught that the Earth is a sphere with all of us somehow glued to it by gravity, the reality of our circumstance did not really begin to sink in until the famous frame-filling Apollo photograph of the whole Earth—the one taken by the Apollo 17 astronauts on the last journey of humans to the Moon…»



«…And yet there is no sign of humans in this picture, not our reworking of the Earth's surface, not our machines, not ourselves: We are too small and our statecraft is too feeble to be seen by a spacecraft between the Earth and the Moon. From this vantage point, our obsession with nationalism is nowhere in evidence. The Apollo pictures of the whole Earth conveyed to multitudes something well known to astronomers: On the scale of worlds—to say nothing of stars or galaxies—humans are inconsequential, a thin film of life on an obscure and solitary lump of rock and metal…»




«…But for us, it's different. 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, ever king and peasant, every young couple in love, every moth 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 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…»

(and for Vangelis, for his music thru the years)



Anonymous Anonymous said...


31/1/07 09:09  
Blogger the Idiot Mouflon said...

@Shashoura... :-)


Grrrrrr ...den kanei loggin sto dashboard & epimeni na kamw switch sto neo blogger...

Any suggestions?

31/1/07 09:40  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ω ρε χρωμα!

31/1/07 14:56  
Blogger the Idiot Mouflon said...

Ω ρε μαλακίαααα... μαμώ το καινούριο σας μαμώ... φτου...

31/1/07 20:03  
Blogger the Idiot Mouflon said...

Δεν φτάνει που με ανάγκασε να κάμω αλλαγή στο Νέο για να μπορέσω να μπώ... μου έκανε "λιλλίτσhια την πρώτη σελίδα και έπρεπε να φάω 1 ώρα να διορθώνω... μετέτρεψε τα πλείστα σχόλια που το φιλοθεάμων και επώνυμο κοινό μου άφηνε σε ανώνυμα... μου βγάζει μισές σελίδες με περίεργα configuration... βρήκα και κάποια moderated σχόλια ενώ ΔΕΝ ΕΙΧΑ moderation (τις απολογίες μου σε όσους τα έγραψαν και δεν απάντησα)

Τη ράτσα σας ... τζιαι που ομπρός τζιαι που πίσω τζιαι που τ' αφτιά...

Άμα πια...

31/1/07 21:12  
Blogger Mh Xeirotera said...

Efxome na diorthothei h katastash- pao na do ke ego mipos exo ki ego to idio provlima, an to antimetopisa (oxi se toso akrea morfh) prin tis giortes.

Good luck :)

1/2/07 09:26  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hlithio Agrino έχω ακόμα μισή ζωή να σε φτάσω αλλά ανακάλυψα ότι μου μοιάζεις. Κι εγώ ξέρεις τα εκτιμάω πολύ αυτά.
Προτείνω να απομακρυνθούμε (τώρα).


19/2/07 20:00  
Anonymous Anonymous said...


Αγρινού Απώθηση

20/2/07 07:44  

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