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like many, I love to look at the stars.
I love the fact that ours is just one among many.
What I love about astronomy, is that our constellations tell a story.
Our constellations were born from mythology.
Mythology was our first attempt to understand the world in which we live;
we put a God in everything and those Gods would give us our reasons.
Why is the sky blue? Who chose blue?
Gods...
How come men have nipples? It's the will of Gods
Why dose this wine taste so good?
There's a God in it! [hiccup]
And for a while, there was not a single thing that the Gods could not explain.
We believe that their anger gave us lightning; their despair gave us rain.
We whispered our desires to them, believing that their charity would sustain us.
Those Gods were just stories.
But stories become a large part of how we learn.
They burn lessons into our memories.
They become a part of how we remember;
we can remember almost everything, right down to that first unbearable bee sting,
when we learned that this tiny blue marble we call the world has rules.
Rule number one, don't **** with bees,
an unforgettable lesson brought to you by your memories.
I remember that I grew up loving mythology.
I remember the story of the Titan Atlas, who the God of astronomy,
the original global position system sending sailors safety home by telling them which constellations to keep starboard.
He taught us about the stars,
and in all this, while he held up ours, our pale blue dot.
But Atlas is caught between two different tellings of his story.
In the first, he leads a rebellion against Olympus
and is then sentenced to hold the heavens on his shoulder for eternity.
In the second story, he is chosen to be the guardian of the pillars that hold up the Earth and sky.
I prefer the second story.
It means that world is not a punishment, but rather, a responsibility.
but how can just one be charged with such a burden? How can just one be responsible for all this?
When I think of Atlas, I think of a single drop of rain,
I think how unfair it would be to hold a single drop solely responsible for making the entire world clean again?
I remember how my grandmother tried to explain our world to me; she told me a story.
She said the ground and the sky --they love each other
but they don't have arms, so rain, that's just how they hold one another.
I began to see how the Earth and sky need each other.
But I wondered about us.
In this perfect design, where de we fit?
Which piece of the puzzle are we?
Like constellations, I began to see a connection between dots and numbered my thoughts
and drew lines from one to the next.
I began to see us in the context of a bigger picture,
sharpening the blur slowly into focus.
We are Atlas.
I saw that this pale blue dot, this one world, is all we get.
There will be no reset button, no new operating system, or downloadable upgrade,
we will not be allowed to trade in our old world for a new one with climate control or better fuel efficiency
we get one shot at this.
Dismiss all reports of second chances, we get one.
And yet we draw advances on our future, as if we won't one day be held accountable...
we will.
We are.
The human race round toward a finish line, emblazoned with the words too far, and wonders,
will we ever cross it?
Have we already?
We are faced with the seemingly impossible task.
And it's okay to be afraid.
Our dilemma stand before us like a mountain carved into a blockade --
the sheer magnitude of our problem would be enough to dissuade anyone.
How de we save the world?
We lay in our beds, curled into question marks, wondering, what can we do? Where do we start?
Is hope a glue crazy enough to hold us together while we're falling apart?
The burden seems immense.
But we can do this.
We must take the martial arts approach to loving our planet --
love as self defense.
Forget about the cost -- there will be no other thing as worth saving as this!
Nothing more important, nothing as precious;
this is home.
All of our stories start and end here.
We are sheltered within an atmosphere that is given us every breath we will ever take;
every monument we have ever make has come from the flesh of our planet.
Water like blood, skin like soil, bone like granite.
It id not a myth; there is no debate;
fact are in, fact is, there's never been any question.
We are facing crisis.
We dismiss the truth, not because we can't accept it,
but because having to commit ourselves to change is a scary prospect for anybody.
The most alarming part of the statement:
we are facing crisis, isn't the word crisis, it's the word "we" --
because those two letters take responsibility away from one and
rest it squarely on the shoulders of everybody.
We are Atlas now.
But our strength will come from finding a way to share in
shouldering the responsibility of turning the impossible into somehow.
Somehow, we will do this.
we can do this.
We can dismiss apathy; we can reject uncertainty;
we can be the new chapter in our story;
we will not see a change immediately.
We must act in faith,
as the hour hand grips the minute hand and the land on the eleventh hour,
we must believe like the seed that change is possible to see.
Never seize the flower...it grows knowing that it must become more than it was.
It changes, because in growth, all of its potential can be unlocked.
Change is like rain, it starts with a single drop.
Just one, like our pale blue dot, caught in an endless waltz called gravity,
we circle the sun wondering who, if anyone, left the light on.
We are constellations draw upon the Earth; we are connected to one another;
we are bound.
We must behave as the arms that connect the ground to the sky.
We must try to be more like the rain.
Our stories may differ, our goal is the same, how do we save our pale blue dot?
We act as the rain, realizing that each individual drop is as equal and important as any.
We act as one.
Now, we are many.
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