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Not Anymore

January 22, 2015
By Valor GOLD, Hawthorne, California
Valor GOLD, Hawthorne, California
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Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;Look again at that dot. That&#039;s here. That&#039;s home. That&#039;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 &quot;superstar,&quot; every &quot;supreme leader,&quot; every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.<br /> <br /> 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.<br /> <br /> 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.<br /> <br /> The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.<br /> <br /> 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. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we&#039;ve ever known.&rdquo; <br /> ― Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space


Choking on your own vomit
not the first time i've found you
Thank god I have that degree
I bash and bash at your chest until you spit up the microwave ramen noodles
Where would you have ended up if you never had me I thought
But I do not voice such a wretched thought
I only drag your body across the vile substances
and into The shower
your eyes are dead
But your chest moves up and down
The only way I can tell you're alive nowadays
you used to be an astronomer
Always looking up
Not anymore
I pull you over into the bath
and turn a knob that used to have an image of a happy sun
Not anymore
I fall backwards into the tub as the water sprinkles downwards
I look into your dead eyes
They used to be blue
Not anymore
only a blood red colour now
you're like a child that can't feed itself
You're like a wounded bird in the middle of a forest 
But Despite all of your patheticness
I still love you



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