Right now, its raining methane on Titan. The planet Uranus, apparently trying to live up to its name, is orbiting the sun sideways, while venus spins backwards. There ares stars exploding, black holes gorging, galaxies colliding.
And here we sit, on a planet pock-marked by collisions, rocked by earthquakes, shaken by storms. a planet doomed to be fried with radiation as its magnetic fields collapse, until finally the sun grows into a red giant and leaves nothing of the Earth but dust.
Here we sit, glasses on over noses, inhalers in our pockets, braces on our teeth, waiting to die as our heart muscles expires, our cells decide to grow forever, or blood vessels just pops and some times in unnatural ways too.
here we sit, and some of us say, behold, look at the order of it all
Inspiring to say to least. We need more eloquent people like Carl Sagan to save us from the bearded know nothings that want to take us back to stone age.
The following fact has been in my mind lately, inspired by something I read on reddit a week or so ago In my body right now, biochemical reactions we call “life” are occurring. It’s cool that they’ve been going my whole life, my heart has done well over a billion beats at this point. That’s cool.But my life processes date back longer than that. My cells grew out of a egg and sperm that came from my mom and dad, and that process was continuous. In other words, they were living before, they came together, rearranged themselves, and kept on going. So in a very real sense, my life is a continuation of my dad’s life and my mom’s — admittedly for only two very lucky cells of theirs. Likewise, their life was the continuation of their progenitors, and so on.In that sense, as a living thing, I’ve been going strong for at least 3.5 billion years. Yes, I used to be simpler, and at various times I’ve narrowed down to just a couple of cells, but through thick and thin, I’ve managed.When I die, it’ll be the end of the line. But 3.5 billion years will have been a pretty good run.