Guillermo

“Alguien ha escrito que cuando una lengua muere los que la habían hablado en el pasado mueren por segunda vez. Ocurre lo mismo cuando se extinguen los viejos mitos, y son sustituidos por otros nuevos. Nunca entenderemos el significado de las pinturas rupestres, sencillamente porque a nosotros no nos dicen nada, ya no nos hablan. Y ocurrió algo aún más terrible: también la naturaleza dejó de hablarle al hombre.”
― Juan Luis Arsuaga

“Look again at 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 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. 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.

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.”
― Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space

“Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.”
― Arthur C. Clarke

“En la imagen del árbol de la vida que tenía en su mente Darwin hay también mucha muerte. Un gran número de hojas secas yacen en el suelo, bajo la verde copa. Corresponden a los organismos desaparecidos que solo nos son conocidos por los fósiles, las hojas marchitas que en su día brillaron al sol.”
― Juan Luis Arsuaga, Vida, la gran historia: Un viaje por el laberinto de la evolución (Imago Mundi)