pale blue dot -carl sagan- 第3节

Having　in　all　their　lives　till　then　crossed　nothing　wider　than　a　layer；　Leib　and　Chaiya　graduated　to　crossing　oceans。　They　had　one　great　advantage：　On　the　other　side　of　the　waters　there　would　be…invested　with　outlandish　customs；　it　is　true—other　human　beings　speaking　their　language　and　sharing　at　least　some　of　their　values；　even　people　to　whom　they　were　closely　related。

In　our　time　we've　crossed　the　Solar　System　and　sent　four　ships　to　the　stars。　Neptune　lies　a　million　times　farther　from　Earth　than　New　York　City　is　from　the　banks　of　the　Bug。　But　there　are　no　distant　relatives；　no　humans；　and　apparently　no　life　waiting　for　us　on　those　other　worlds。　No　letters　conveyed　by　recent　émigrés　help　us　to　understand　the　new　land—　only　digital　data　transmitted　at　the　speed　of　light　by　unfeeling；　precise　robot　emissaries。　They　tell　us　that　these　new　worlds　are　not　much　like　home。　But　we　continue　to　search　for　inhabitants。　We　can't　help　it。　Life　looks　for　life。

No　one　on　Earth；　not　the　richest　among　us；　can　afford　the　passage；　so　we　can't　pick　up　and　leave　for　Mars　or　Titan　on　a　whim；　or　because　we're　bored；　or　out　of　work；　or　drafted　into　the　army；　or　oppressed；　or　because；　justly　or　unjustly；　we've　been　accused　of　a　crime。　There　does　not　seem　to　be　sufficient　short…term　profit　to　motivate　private　industry。　If　we　humans　ever　go　to　these　worlds；　then；　it　will　be　because　a　nation　or　a　consortium　of　them　believes　it　to　be　to　its　advantage—or　to　the　advantage　of　the　human　species。　Just　now；　there　are　a　great　many　matters　pressing　in　on　us　that　pete　for　the　money　it　takes　to　send　people　to　other　worlds。

That's　what　this　book　is　about：　other　worlds；　what　awaits　us　on　them；　what　they　tell　us　about　ourselves；　and—given　the　urgent　problems　our　species　now　faces—whether　it　makes　sense　to　go。　Should　we　solve　those　problems　first？　Or　are　they　a　reason　for　going？

This　book　is；　in　many　ways；　optimistic　about　the　human　prospect。　The　earliest　chapters　may　at　first　sight　seem　to　revel　overmuch　in　our　imperfections。　But　they　lay　an　essential　spiritual　and　logical　foundation　for　the　development　of　my　argument。

I　have　tried　to　present　more　than　one　facet　of　an　issue。　There　will　be　places　where　I　seem　to　be　arguing　with　myself。　I　am。　Seeing　some　merit　to　more　than　one　side；　I　often　argue　with　myself。　I　hope　by　the　last　chapter　it　will　be　clear　where　I　e　out。

The　plan　of　the　book　is　roughly　this：　We　first　examine　the　widespread　claims　made　over　all　of　human　history　that　our　world　and　our　species　are　unique；　and　even　central　to　the　workings　and　purpose　of　the　Cosmos。　We　venture　through　the　Solar　System　in　the　footsteps　of　the　latest　voyages　of　exploration　and　discovery；　and　then　assess　the　reasons　monly　offered　for　sending　humans　into　space。　In　the　last　and　most　speculative　part　of　the　book；　I　trace　how　I　imagine　that　our　long…term　future　in　space　will　work　itself　out。

Pale　Blue　Dot　is　about　a　new　recognition；　still　slowly　overtaking　us；　of　our　coordinates；　our　place　in　the　Universe　and　how；　even　if　the　call　of　the　open　road　is　muted　in　our　time；　a　central　element　of　the　human　future　lies　far　beyond　the　Earth。




CHAPTER　1　　　YOU　ARE　HERE

　

　

The　entire　Earth　is　but　a　point；　and　the　place　of　our　own　habitation　but　a　minute　corner　of　it。

—MARCUS　AURELIUS；　ROMAN　EMPEROR；　MEDITATIONS；　BOOK　4　（CA。　170）

As　the　astronomers　unanimously　teach；　the　circuit　of　the　whole　earth；　which　to　us　seems　endless；　pared　with　the　greatness　of　the　universe　has　the　likeness　of　a　mere　tiny　point。

—AMMIANUS　MARCELLINUS　ACA。　330…395；　THE　LAST　MAJOR　ROMAN　HISTORIAN；　IN　THE　CHRONICLE　OF　EVENTS

The　spacecraft　was　a　long　way　from　home；　beyond　the　orbit　of　the　outermost　planet　and　high　above　the　ecliptic　plane—which　is　an　imaginary　flat　surface　that　we　can　think　of　as　something　like　a　racetrack　in　which　the　orbits　of　the　planets　are　mainly　confined。　The　ship　was　speeding　away　from　the　Sun　at　40；000　miles　per　hour。　But　in　early　February　of　1990；　it　was　overtaken　by　an　urgent　message　from　Earth。

Obediently；　it　turned　its　cameras　back　toward　the　now…distant　planets。　Slewing　its　scan　platform　from　one　spot　in　the　sky　to　another；　it　snapped　60　pictures　and　stored　them　in　digital　form　on　its　tape　recorder。　Then；　slowly；　in　March；　April；　and　May；　it　radioed　the　data　back　to　Earth。　Each　image　was　posed　of　640；000　individual　picture　elements　（〃pixels〃）；　like　the　dots　in　a　newspaper　wire…photo　or　a　pointillist　painting。　The　spacecraft　was　3。7　billion　miles　away　from　Earth；　so　far　away　that　it　took　each　pixel　5？　hours；　traveling　at　the　speed　of　light；　to　reach　us。　The　pictures　might　have　been　returned　earlier；　but　the　big　radio　telescopes　in　California；　Spain；　and　Australia　that　receive　these　whispers　from　the　edge　of　the　Solar　System　had　responsibilities　to　other　ships　that　ply　the　sea　of　space　among　them；　Magellan；　bound　for　Venus；　and　Galileo　on　its　tortuous　passage　to　Jupiter。

Voyager　1　was　so　high　above　the　ecliptic　plane　because；　in　1981；　it　had　made　a　close　pass　by　Titan；　the　giant　moon　of　Saturn。　Its　sister　ship；　Voyager　2；　was　dispatched　on　a　different　trajectory；　within　the　ecliptic　plane；　and　so　she　was　able　to　perform　her　celebrated　explorations　of　Uranus　and　Neptune　The　two　Voyager　robots　have　explored　four　planets　and　nearly　sixty　moons。　They　are　triumphs　of　human　engineering　an。　one　of　the　glories　of　the　American　space　program。　They　will　be　in　the　history　books　when　much　else　about　our　time　forgotten。

The　Voyagers　were　guaranteed　to　work　only　until　the　Saturn　encounter。　I　thought　it　might　be　a　good　idea；　just　after　Saturn；　to　have　them　take　one　last　glance　homeward。　From　Saturn；　I　knew　the　Earth　would　appear　too　small　for　Voyager　to　make　out　any　detail。　Our　planet　would　be　just　a　point　of　light；　a　lonely　pixel；　hardly　distinguishable　from　the　many　other　points　of　light　Voyager　could　see；　nearby　planets　and　far…off　suns。　But　precise　because　of　the　obscurity　of　our　world　thus　revealed；　such　picture　might　be　worth　having。

Mariners　had　painstakingly　mapped　the　coastlines　of　the　continents。　Geographers　had　translated　these　findings　into　charts　and　globes。　Photographs　of　tiny　patches　of　the　Earth　had　been　obtained　first　by　balloons　and　aircraft；　then　by　rockets　in　brief　ballistic　flight；　and　at　last　by　orbiting　spacecraft—giving　a　perspective　like　the　one　you　achieve　by　positioning　your　eyeball　about　an　inch　above　a　large　globe。　While　almost　everyone　is　taught　that　the　Earth　is　a　sphere　with　all　of　us　somehow　glued　to　it　by　gravity；　the　reality　of　our　circumstance　did　not　really　begin　to　sink　in　until　the　famous　frame…filling　Apollo　photograph　of　the　whole　Earth—the　one　taken　by　the　Apollo　17　astronauts　on　the　last　journey　of　humans　to　the　Moon。

It　has　bee　a　kind　of　icon　of　our　age。　There's　Antarctica　at　what　Americans　and　Europeans　so　readily　regard　as　the　bottom；　and　then　all　of　Africa　stretching　up　above　it：　You　can　see　Ethiopia；　Tanzania；　and　Kenya；　where　the　earliest　humans　lived。　At　top　right　are　Saudi　Arabia　and　what　Europeans　call　the　Near　East。　Just　barely　peeking　out　at　the　top　is　the　Mediterranean　Sea；　around　which　so　much　of　our　global　civilization　emerged。　You　can　make　out　the　blue　of　the　ocean；　the　yellow…red　of　the　Sahara　and　the　Arabian　desert；　the　brown…green　of　forest　and　grassland。

And　yet　there　is　no　sign　of　humans　in　this　picture；　not　our　reworking　of　the　Earth's　surface；　not　our　machines；　not　ourselves：　We　are　too　small　and　our　statecraft　is　too　feeble　to　be　seen　by　a　spacecraft　between　the　Earth　and　the　Moon。　From　this　vantage　point；　our　obsession　with　nationalism　is　nowhere　in　evidence。　The　Apollo　pictures　of　the　whole　Earth　conveyed　to　multitudes　something　well　known　to　astronomers：　On　the　scale　of　worlds—to　say　nothing　of　stars　or　galaxies—humans　are　inconsequential；　a　thin　film　of　life　on　an　obscure　and　solitary　lump　of　rock　and　metal。

It　seemed　to　me　that　another　picture　of　the　Earth；　this　one　taken　from　a　hundred　thousand　times　farther　away；　might　help　in　the　continuing　process　of　revealing　to　ourselves　our　true　circumstance　and　condition。　It　had　been　well　understood　by　the　scientists　and　philosophers　of　classical　antiquity　that　the　Earth　was　a　mere　point　in　a　vast　enpassing　Cosmos；　but　no