Carl Sagan's; Pale Blue Dot ( poétisation de notre cosmos )

Le vidéo de Lyziel m'a inspirée... en parlant d'amour comme la nouvelle religion

Parlant d'amour, j'en ai un vidéo qui pourrait p-t en intéresser quelques un. Bon à la base c'est un vidéo du défunt scientifique théorise Carl Sagan. Je croie personnellement que la science est une source profond d'art et de spiritualité, si on réussi à sortir du dogme matérialiste et voir l'univers autrement que par des calculs. Carl Sagan est un des seul scientifique qui avais la capacité de vulgariser & de poétiser la sicence théorique comme si l'univers étai une danse cosmique ou les astres danses en équilibres l'une avec l'autre sur une musique encore inconnue de la race humaine...Alors si des gens comme moi sont autan spirituel que scientifique, Cela pourrais vous intéresser.

"Science is not only compatible with spirituality; it is a profound source of spirituality."
— Carl Sagan

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Lm6pEhykhs

Carl Sagan; Pale blue dot(photo prise par une des sonde voyager juste avant que la Terre soie trop loin pour être photographier)


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Lm6pEhykhs

Consider again 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.

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.