we were wanderers from the beginning from this distant vantage point the earth might not seem of particular interest but for us it s different last night drew out blinds rearranged our minds our melodic tones who were not alone i remember this from a dream a clear blue dream my own advice i ve been to this time before this distant shore call it deja vu but i can t believe my eyes we haven t forgotten the open road still calls like a forgotten song of childhood last night crude guitars rearranging stars amber souls ignite drift into the night i remember this for a find a wake behind my former thougth a world that burns a forge that turns our own embers wrought of the future we forgot consider again 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 like it or not the earth is where we make our stand 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 ve ever known 