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. —Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space, 1997 reprint, pp. xv–xvi
You were sent here to keep my son from being assassinated.
Do you believe in the resurrection?
Two years ago. December 4th, 2005. You died.
That’s coltan; if that’s what you’re made of, no wonder you’re so dense.
The tortoise. It was on its back by the side of the road in Mexico. Your mother turned it over. She was helping it. I know. But why? That’s what we do; when we see something that’s in pain or in trouble, we try to help it. Empathy?