Today is the Day to Reach Into Your Heart. Today is Giving Tuesday.

GivingTuesday-PCAAZ

 

TODAY, Tuesday, December 2, we’re one of thousands of charities and good causes in a CALL TO ACTION for #GivingTuesday.

Join the movement to make GIVING part of this holiday season by making a donation at www.pcaaz.org/donate. With your generous help, we can help protect the future of our state by helping to protect Arizona’s children.

Help us celebrate this single day of the year dedicated to GIVING – after this past turkey feast and a shop-until-you-drop weekend……remember to support your favorite charities!

Prevent Child Abuse Arizona will join more than 10,000 organizations in 46 countries benefitting from #GivingTuesday.

Please click the following link to donate — anything helps — www.pcaaz.org/donate

THANK YOU!

Aaron H Lacey, Board Member, Prevent Child Abuse Arizona

We, humans, are anomalies

We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones.

Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Arabia.

Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people.

In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here.

– Richard Dawkins, the opening words of Chapter I, “The Anaesthetic of Familiarity,” of Unweaving the Rainbow: Science, Delusion and the Appetite for Wonder (1998)

Pale Blue Dot

pale blue dot

Consider again 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 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. 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.

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 (Commencement address delivered May 11, 1996, Sagan related his thoughts on the deeper meaning of the photograph.)