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At a school as large as UMass, you, or atleast me, tend to lose sight of things beyond this area. It's not difficult, hell I'm here with my closest friends always either in the dorm next door or a few floors up to the weekend visits that keep me happy. Its very own Winthrop with their population all in the ages of 18-24, its own theater, musicians, everything. But in saying that, last night i dreamt of High school. The confusion then now seems like sweet hometown simplicity. The dream was mostly reflective, skewed realities such as dreams often are, still it felt good and provoked me to remember. From junior year lunch with enough friends to start a revolution to characters like Dayton, Mochella, and even the fiery Ms. Jackson. Now here we are, seperated and moved to different parts on New England left to create our own adventures without our daily and influential teachers among us. The summer quenched my thirst for home, but the freedom of college life may have echoed in our minds to come back, and we started to lose our tolerance of things in Winthrop quicker. Which I think is alright, in the end if just makes more interesting and funny topics to share with eachother in the future. I wont reflect on the year so far other than Bob Dylan in Nobember, great people, books and conversations, BONGS and my childhood perception of loving father Danny Tanner being shattered by Bob Saget's stand-up act. The details of everything else I'd rather share with you in person. Fall's arriving and it hints it's presence in the tree's already. Still a deep green, I continually catche glimpses of brown and red leaves breeze by my shoes every so often, and musicians like John Mayer and Andrew Bird seems more and more appropriate to listen to walking in this season more than any other time of the year. With fellow Kerouac readers, my interest in seeing the New York area has grown and our weekend idea's have been expanding, and finally an Alex Grey art exhibit trip is becoming more likely. Zach Braff's new film seems embarassingly appealing and should probably gain the attention of the once great and now lost Garden State following. So in all, this journal entry taken from my notebook was inspired by a reflective high school dream and spawned this rare livejournal entry. I want to end with a passage from Carl Sagan, just to provoke some thought if the rest of the entry didnt.
An Excerpt from A Pale Blue Dot
by Carl Sagan
Co-founder of The Planetary Society
1994
This excerpt from A Pale Blue Dot was inspired by an image taken, at Sagan's suggestion, by Voyager 1 on February 14, 1990. As the spacecraft left our planetary neighborhood for the fringes of the solar system, engineers turned it around for one last look at its home planet. Voyager 1 was about 6.4 billion kilometers (4 billion miles) away, and approximately 32 degrees above the ecliptic plane, when it captured this portrait of our world. Caught in the center of scattered light rays (a result of taking the picture so close to the Sun), Earth appears as a tiny point of light, a crescent only 0.12 pixel in size.
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.
An Excerpt from A Pale Blue Dot
by Carl Sagan
Co-founder of The Planetary Society
1994
This excerpt from A Pale Blue Dot was inspired by an image taken, at Sagan's suggestion, by Voyager 1 on February 14, 1990. As the spacecraft left our planetary neighborhood for the fringes of the solar system, engineers turned it around for one last look at its home planet. Voyager 1 was about 6.4 billion kilometers (4 billion miles) away, and approximately 32 degrees above the ecliptic plane, when it captured this portrait of our world. Caught in the center of scattered light rays (a result of taking the picture so close to the Sun), Earth appears as a tiny point of light, a crescent only 0.12 pixel in size.
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.