Tuesday, May 3, 2016
In every culture, the sky and the religious impulse are intertwined. I
lie back in an open field and the sky surrounds me. I’m overpowered by
its scale. It’s so vast and so far away that my own insignificance
becomes palpable. But I don’t feel rejected by the sky. I’m a part of it
- tiny, to be sure, but everything is tiny compared to that
overwhelming immensity. And when I concentrate in the stars, the
planets, and their motions, I have an irresistible sense of machinery,
clockwork, elegant precision working on a scale that, however lofty out
aspirations, dwarfs and humbles us.
Carl Sagan (via badcode)
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