|Portrait of Voyager 1 spacecraft in space. Image Credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech|
|This is the closest picture of the Great Red Spot taken by Voyager.
Image Credit: NASA / JPL-Caltech / Björn Jónsson CC BY-NC-SA 3.0
|This image of Saturn and its rings was captured as Voyager departed Saturn following its encounter.
Image Credit: NASA / JPL / color composite by Gordan Ugarkovic CC BY-NC-SA 3.0
|The surface of Io, mottled yellow and white, and spotted with volcanos.
Image Credit: NASA / JPL / Ted Stryk CC BY-NC-SA 3.0
|Europa's surface in half phase, crisscrossed by deep fissures in the ice.
Image Credit: NASA / JPL / Björn Jónsson CC BY-NC-SA 3.0
|Titan's surface remains hidden beneath a smooth, orange atmosphere.
Image Credit: NASA / JPL / Gordan Ugarkovic CC BY-NC-SA 3.0
|Family Portrait of the planets of the solar system taken by Voyager 1. The planet locations are marked in the panorama by the first letter of their names, and an inset shows the detail of each.
Image Credit: NASA / JPL
|The Pale Blue Dot. Earth is roughly in the center of the rightmost sunbeam.
Image Credit: NASA/JPL
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, 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.