The draft bears the date February 20, 1993. Which is why I was so intrigued to come across an earlier draft of the passage among the recently digitized items in the Library of Congress's new Carl Sagan archive. I've read that passage (or listened to Sagan read it) countless times it's hard to imagine it any other way. 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 the mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.Įach word, each category, the overall rhythm-all of it is just right.
On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. From this distant vantage point, the Earth might not seem of any particular interest.
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