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.

However. I don't really want to burst your bubble, but I shall note something.

That monologue this was written n 1994, 20 years ago, which is, by a lot of means, an entirely different epoch. The advancements of digital technology had blurred the boundaries and filled our life with hundreds of irrelevant troubles and worries, pieces of information. In this tsunami of information, a great dream of new worlds had lost it's former glory, and among other sings has just became another idol of generation - with little to contribute to actual development. The world "invest" seems to have changed it's meaning. The word "forbidden" no longer bears a lot of implications. I do not guarantee that at any moment in the near future the space exploration will regain that position of a beacon for entire world instead of selected few visionaries.


This is the phrase that is missing from the video.

I, and my generation, had experienced two of such waves, although one of them has happened when we were too young for that to understand - a TV-set age, when a stream of films (not really forbidden, but rare enough before) have flown across the borders along with money and commerce. But we've had to deal with consequences of that situation. So as far as I know, this is not the end, the future can be more promising. People have to do something real for that, and making some beautiful movie will contribute little to the actual dream of seeing the other worlds, other than bringing some expiration for making some other movies.

Everybody will have to think hard, and work hard, and look around to bring this dream to reality, or it will never happen.

Make me wonder
Make me understand
Spark the light of doubt and a newborn mind
Bring the vast unthinkable down to earth

Always wary of a captive thought
Beware the very first unkind word
See who you are, where from, what of
Entering the unknown

Sending all the poets to the stars
Daring to see beyond the manmade
Woe to you who evade the horizon
Listening to Sagan
Dreaming Carl Sagan
Unseen streams
With understanding no poet is trapped
Woe to all who stop at the horizon

What kind of world would we call home
Our own
Oasis of love, humility and hope
Eradicating all that's not for life

What kind of aim would we call high
What kind of life would bathe in the brightest white
A limitless world will rise
Son of man, dare to let go of cowardice