Momentary Masters - Ramming Speed

Looking up into the sky feelings so small and insignificant, this planet we’re

on, with everything that ever was

Every hero and every coward / Every creator and destroyer / Kings and peasants

/ Corrupt politicians / Every teacher of mores in the history of our species

lived here / Atop this fragile crust

Rivers of blood spilled in the name of glory and triumph, we’re only masters on

a mote of dust

We are alone in this great enveloping cosmic dark

There is nothing to save us from ourselves

The earth is the only world we know to harbor life, nowhere to migrate

This is where we make our stand

Rivers of blood spilled in the name of glory and triumph

We’re only masters on a mote of dust

Nothing demonstrates the folly of human conceits

More than the distant images of our tiny world

It underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another

To preserve and cherish this pale blue dot, the only home we’re known.

-Inspired by Carl Sagan’s «Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space»