Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And, the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different star than the atoms in your right hand. It really is the most poetic thing I know about the universe: we are all stardust. You wouldn’t be here if stars hadn’t exploded because the elements (the carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, all the things that matter for evolution) weren’t created at the beginning of time, they were created in stars. So forget Jesus. Stars died so you could live. — Lawrence Krauss, theoretical physicist (via perpetualtoska)

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phiife:

this eases the entire fuck out of my mind.

i will never not reblog this. 

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When my husband [Carl Sagan] 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 and 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

Holy shit. This is absolutely beautiful.

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always a fav.

always a fav.

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i miss these guys a lot. and to think i’ll get to see them again in 2015 sucks. but i’ll be patient because they’re worth it. 

i miss these guys a lot. and to think i’ll get to see them again in 2015 sucks. but i’ll be patient because they’re worth it. 

pray-for-waves:

igadrobisz:

Grand Central, NYC 1929Its not possible anymore to take such photograph, as the buildings outside block the sun rays.

I think about this at least once a day

this is one of the best photos ever made. 

pray-for-waves:

igadrobisz:

Grand Central, NYC 1929

Its not possible anymore to take such photograph, as the buildings outside block the sun rays.

I think about this at least once a day

this is one of the best photos ever made. 

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popstronomy:

Cosmos: A Spacetime Odyssey - Part 5

i have just found my favorite gif series of all time. look at this beauty. 

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