> I saw a cold, dark, black emptiness. It was unlike any blackness you can see or feel on Earth. It was deep, enveloping, all-encompassing. I turned back toward the light of home. I could see the curvature of Earth, the beige of the desert, the white of the clouds and the blue of the sky. It was life. Nurturing, sustaining, life. Mother Earth. Gaia. And I was leaving her.

Shatner on space. Same thing with Carl Sagan and that mote of dust. And Earthrise. And Blue Marble.

I dislike these Trump people and the consistency with which they’ve all had complete spiritual bankruptcies ever so much.