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| Thread: Mad dough pounding... |
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. [click for more]
-Carl Sagan
One can only imagine the circle jerk performance they put on for the adult crowd. |
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-Carl Sagan
I'm no cook....but what dough is green? |
and what, may i ask, prompted your search of the words "mad", "dough", "pounding"? |
"The bumps you feel are asteroids smashing into the hull."
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Last edited by AcesandEights; 13-Jul-2010 at 04:52 PM.
"Men choose as their prophets those who tell them that their hopes are true." --Lord Dunsany
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