Thursday, November 10, 2005

Sagan says . . . .

I began to read Pale Blue Dot today. The following passage by Carl Sagan struck me. He was able to articulate an idea that I have harbored for a while:

"For all its material advantages, the sedentary life has left us edgy, unfulfilled. Even after 400 generations in villages and cities, we haven't forgotten. The open road still softly calls, like a nearby forgotten song of the childhood. We invest far-off places with a certain romance. This appeal, I suspect, has been meticulously crafted by natural selection as an essential element in our survival. Long summers, mild winters, rich harvests, plentiful game - none of them lasts forever. It is beyond our powers to predict the future. Catastrophic events have a way of sneaking up on us, of catching us unaware. Your own life, or your band's, or even your species' might be owed to a restless few - drawn, by a craving they can hardly articulate or understand, to undiscovered lands and new worlds.

Herman Meville, in Moby Dick, spoke for wanderers in all epochs and meridians: 'I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas . . .'"

1 Comments:

Comment Blogger Kelvin said...

Kia Ora (hello) from a krazy blogger down-under in New Zealand. The "open road" will always call, the wind will always blow, but whatever we do, we are all just "passing thru" !!!

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