chronophasiac

Consider this: if we destroy ourselves, if we extinguish all life on this planet, what will remain to tell our tale to the universe? A few tiny spaceborne artifacts, like a handful of sand thrown into the vastness of space. One of these grains of sand is the Voyager Golden Record, now 9.6 billion miles from our Sun and growing ever distant. From the record:

"We cast this message into the cosmos... Of the 200 billion stars in the Milky Way galaxy, some - perhaps many - may have inhabited planets and space faring civilizations. If one such civilization intercepts Voyager and can understand these recorded contents, here is our message: We are trying to survive our time so we may live into yours."

I feel a great, indescribable sadness whenever I read these words.