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Distant Shores
"The surface of the Earth is the shore of the cosmic ocean. Recently we've waded a little way out, and the water seems inviting." --Carl Sagan
This is one of those drawings I really put a lot of time and effort into, and tried a few new things with. I'm quite pleased with how it came out. I've wanted to draw my anthro self in a science fiction sort of setting for some time now, so having recently finished Mass Effect 2 is only partly to blame.
Zero gravity cannot stop the science.
This is one of those drawings I really put a lot of time and effort into, and tried a few new things with. I'm quite pleased with how it came out. I've wanted to draw my anthro self in a science fiction sort of setting for some time now, so having recently finished Mass Effect 2 is only partly to blame.
Zero gravity cannot stop the science.
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I remember watching Cosmos when I was just a little eggling. Carl Sagan had a way of explaining things such that even those as young as I could understand, if they had a mind to do so, without being patronising in any way, shape or form. And I suppose that my early exposure to such things goes a long way towards explaining my love of science... and of the arts. While many would say they are completely separate, like everything else they intertwine to an extent that is beyond mere words.
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. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment 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.
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. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment 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.
*smiles brightly and nodnods* I just watched Cosmos all the way through myself for the first time not too long ago. So that's probably partially to blame for the picture too. Carl Sagan really was brilliant at that, explaining things fantastically well to all ages and professions, and phrasing everything in a really poetic way that made his excitement for everything so infectious. He was a really brilliant and inspiring man who I think did a lot to get people, both laypeople and future scientists like myself, really excited to learn more about the universe we live in.
Gosh what I wouldn't give to be able to float and work weightless, and have that great view--
And now on the boots ;) You know, if you like pawboots and things that much, I really, like, once you have the time and know-how, you really REALLY should make some proof of concept footboots. Pawboots, but to be worn barefoot, and opentoed. Because it's design things like that that benefit you in you have no idea how many ways. :) And because I'd be willing to build/buy boots like that (and maybe others too)!
And now on the boots ;) You know, if you like pawboots and things that much, I really, like, once you have the time and know-how, you really REALLY should make some proof of concept footboots. Pawboots, but to be worn barefoot, and opentoed. Because it's design things like that that benefit you in you have no idea how many ways. :) And because I'd be willing to build/buy boots like that (and maybe others too)!
It does seem like they'd be awfully cool! Sorta like FiveFingers in terms of leaving your feet free to grip and whatnot. I feel like I'd need a much greater knowledge of leatherworking and whatnot though to even begin to think about doing something like that... sure fun to ponder though!
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