we are all living out our lives on a pale blue dot. . .putting me in mind of Seuss' "Horton Hears a Who"! Or when I was about 16, I wrote my first almost non-self conscious poem for Mr. Waller's creative writing class, at Leland High in San Jose CA, about Sheldon who is depressed and thinks perhaps the whole of earth is a globe on god's nightstand ( Read more... )