YEAH, BITCH! SCIENCE.
Or: How one man I’ve never met and who died before I was 7 changed my life through this collection of combinations of 26 different looking symbols and some dots.
YEAH, BITCH! SCIENCE.
Or: How one man I’ve never met and who died before I was 7 changed my life through this collection of combinations of 26 different looking symbols and some dots.
Carl Sagan’s license plate reads PHOBOS.
I am contemplating devoting my life to resurrecting human beings and Carl Sagan will be the first, for cosmos’ sake.
My hero forever.
“When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me — it still sometimes happens — and ask me if Carl changed at the end & converted to a belief in an afterlife.
They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again.
Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl.
But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is.
We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous - not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance…
That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful…
The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday.
I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.”Ann Druyan, about her husband Carl Sagan
Repost, but this is just so startling. Understanding of reality culminates into pure love.
The Netherlands will contribute €60,3 million euro to ESA, the European Space Agency.
Their goal is to cooperate on an international level to achieve progress as a species and knowledge of the universe we live in.
All for the betterment of our species.
The Joint Strike Fighter jet, which the Netherlands ordered in 2002 for the then estimated sum of $800 MILLION dollars, is supposed to be ready for action in 2015.
The costs have already greatly exceeded previous estimates.
Its goal: To effectively destroy ignorant and disobedient human beings as we please.
Talk about biblical priorities: Destruction comes first, we’ll think about how we’ll survive as a fragile species later.
Idiots.
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In 2012 gaat er vanuit Nederland €60,3 miljoen euro naar ESA, de Europese ruimtevaartorganisatie.
Die willen door internationaal samen te werken beter onze omgeving exploreren, zodat we vooruitgang kunnen boeken als soort.
De Joint Strike Fighter, besteld in 2002 voor $800 miljoen dollar, wordt in 2015 geleverd.
Functie: Ongehoorzame soortgenoten opblazen.
Wat hebben we onze prioriteiten weer bijbels op orde! Eerst zo effectief mogelijk elkaar kapot maken, dan nadenken over of het misschien slim is om aan overleven als soort te denken. Daar hoort uitbreiding van bewoonde werelden naar groter dan 1 bij.
Checkmate, atheists!
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