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“ Faced with the daily prospects of failure and self-loathing, a numb chrysalis starts to develop around you, and if you are not careful you wake up one morning to find yourself not awake, but in a semi-comatose state, baked into a hardened shell, breathless and mind-numbing. You have to poke your finger through the hardened crispy shell, and after you’ve pushed it through you have to wiggle it about until eventually the hole is big enough to smash a whole fist through. ”

—    Tracey Emin - My Life in a Column - Friday 5 October 2007 (via thesourceofallpower)

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simplyspace:

Petty Earth Minds

From out there on the Moon, international politics look so petty. You want to grab a politician by the scruff of the neck and drag him a quarter of a million miles out and say, ‘Look at that, you son of a bitch.’

— Edgar Mitchel, Apollo 14 astronaut, speaking in People magazine on 8 April 1974.

(Russian astronaut’s picture of the super moon)

(via sagansense)

Dr. Neil deGrasse Tyson on UFOs

In 2008, this became the first song to be directly beamed into space by NASA. At 186,000 miles a second, this song is shooting towards Polaris (commonly known as the North Star), which is 323 light-years away from earth.

When my husband [Carl Sagan] died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me — it still sometimes happens — and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again.

Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous — not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful.

The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.

—    Ann Druyan (via whats-out-there)

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pebbleboi:

Packt Like A Sardine in a Crushd Tin Box // Radiohead

After years of waiting

After years of waiting nothing came

And you realize you’re looking,

Looking in the wrong place’