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Earth and Jupiter Captured In the Same Photograph Taken From Mars
This is a photo of the Earth and its moon and Jupiter and its moons. In the same frame. It’s taken from Mars, and it’s humbling and incredible.

Earth and Jupiter Captured In the Same Photograph Taken From Mars

This is a photo of the Earth and its moon and Jupiter and its moons. In the same frame. It’s taken from Mars, and it’s humbling and incredible.

Space junk break down
41% — miscellaneous fragments
22% — old spacecraft
13% — mission related objects
7% — operational spacecraft
7% — rocket bodies
Doing the math, that is 93% pure junk and only 7% useful satellites circling the earth. More disturbing, 50,000 uncatalogued objects larger than 1 cm (the largest size which modern shielding can likely deflect) are estimated to be spinning through space at hypervelocities.

Space junk break down

  • 41% — miscellaneous fragments

  • 22% — old spacecraft

  • 13% — mission related objects

  • 7% — operational spacecraft

  • 7% — rocket bodies

Doing the math, that is 93% pure junk and only 7% useful satellites circling the earth. More disturbing, 50,000 uncatalogued objects larger than 1 cm (the largest size which modern shielding can likely deflect) are estimated to be spinning through space at hypervelocities.

The spacecraft was a long way from home. I thought it would be a good idea, just after Saturn, to have them take one last glance homeward. From Saturn, the Earth would appear too small for Voyager to make out any detail. Our planet would be just a point of light, a lonely pixel hardly distinguishable from the other points of light Voyager would see: nearby planets, far off suns. But precisely because of the obscurity of our world thus revealed, such a picture might be worth having.

It had been well understood by the scientists and philosophers of classical antiquity that the Earth was a mere point in a vast, encompassing cosmos — but no one had ever seen it as such. Here was our first chance, and perhaps also our last.

So, here they are: a mosaic of squares laid down on top of the planets in a background smattering of more distant stars. Because of the reflection of sunlight off the spacecraft, the Earth seems to be sitting in a beam of light, as if there were some special significance to this small world; but it’s just an accident of geometry and optics. There is no sign of humans in this picture: not our reworking of the Earth’s surface; not our machines; not ourselves. From this vantage point, our obsession with nationalism is nowhere in evidence. We are too small. On the scale of worlds, humans are inconsequential: a thin film of life on an obscure and solitary lump of rock and metal.

Consider again that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it, everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you’ve ever heard of, every human being who ever was lived out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings; thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines; every hunter and forager; every hero and coward; every creator and destroyer of civilizations; every king and peasant, every young couple in love; every mother and father; every hopeful child; every inventor and explorer; every teacher of morals; every corrupt politician; every supreme leader; every superstar; 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 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. 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. 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. 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. It underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the only home we’ve ever known: the pale blue dot.

Carl Sagan - Introduction from Pale Blue Dot (via macmankev)
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nerviosismo:

Solar Eclipse (via Michæl.Paukner)

jipc:

nerviosismo:

Solar Eclipse (via Michæl.Paukner)

Veiw of Australia from space

Veiw of Australia from space

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Photo of Earth from the ESA spacecraft Rosetta. It took one picture an hour for 24 hours as it swung around the Earth and is now on its way to comet 67/P Churyumov-Gerasimenko.

macmankev:

Photo of Earth from the ESA spacecraft Rosetta. It took one picture an hour for 24 hours as it swung around the Earth and is now on its way to comet 67/P Churyumov-Gerasimenko.

invaderxan:

A postcard from the edge of the Solar system.Courtesy of Voyager 1.

invaderxan:

A postcard from the edge of the Solar system.
Courtesy of Voyager 1.

All over the world, people gaze out at the horizon as the moon rises – and perhaps ponder distant worlds. This famous shot, made as Apollo 8 astronauts rounded the far side of the moon in 1968, pulls a switcheroo. “I think maybe people put their existence in some kind of context,” Nemiroff says of the image’s impact. “We are all on the same big blue marble.”

All over the world, people gaze out at the horizon as the moon rises – and perhaps ponder distant worlds. This famous shot, made as Apollo 8 astronauts rounded the far side of the moon in 1968, pulls a switcheroo. “I think maybe people put their existence in some kind of context,” Nemiroff says of the image’s impact. “We are all on the same big blue marble.”