In or around 2011, I wrote a crummy novel. The first paragraph of which, is about earth, the small blue dot. This year, 2016, is suddenly in its second half. I am now writing space blogs for a space company that sends experiments into space. Today's blog post: Carl Sagan. I don't know much about Sagan, so in reasearching him, I found he wrote a book called The Pale Blue Dot, referring to earth in the same way my novel began. The connections seemed significant. Is is a road sign in my life? Below is a video of Sagan's book and the text of my novel. I am going to think for the rest of the day that maybe the final frontier needs more of my energy:
There was a small blue dot. Upon approach, it grew and grew and grew. As it gained circumference, it also gained shape and color and eventually, an atmosphere. Within the atmosphere, the small blue dot broke into collections of rocks and drops of water. Within those collections of rocks and drops of water, there were millions upon billions of electrons buzzing about, each in its own space, and each purposefully avoiding its cohorts. Those electrons carried energy and ideas and kingdoms across the small blue dot. As the dot grew more, its companion appeared. It was a grey beast speckled with the scars of millennia. It spoke to us, it lured us, it convinced us that this small blue dot was just that- a small blue dot.