Earth rise as seen from Moon
Distance between Moon & Earth: Mere 1/4 th
Million Miles ( 0.00625 % of 4 Billion the distance between Voyager-1 satellite and earth)
We mortal humans are just visitors to this 3rd Rock from the Sun. Even if you live 100 years, it is only 36,500 days from the date of entering ( birth ) to the date of departure ( death ) .
Every day when I wakes up and stand in front of a mirror, I am one day closer to my demise. THIS IS 100% GUARANTEED. Therefore, it makes sense NOT to be utterly greedy . Help others. Certainly we have to help mother nature by polluting less so that our children and their children inherit this pristine world. Save energy. Control the exploding population. Adopting new Innovations , Technologies and new gadgets will greatly help in this endeavour.
PALE BLUE DOT
Pale Blue Dot is a photograph of planet Earth taken on February 14, 1990, by the Voyager 1 space probe from a record distance of about 6.4 billion kilometres ( 4 billion miles), series of images of the Solar System.
In the photograph, Earth’s apparent size is less than a pixel; the planet appears as a tiny dot against the vastness of space, among bands of sunlight reflected by the camera. ( You have to see carefully the right most band to locate this dot )
“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.