I am grateful for satelite photography and the ability to zoom in and zoom out of photos (Google Earth) from space.
Less than a dot in the Universe, less than a speck on our magnificent blue orb, we exist. Zooming out with satelite photography, puts in check the insignificance of that little worrisome mole on the back of a hand, the rediculously imposed importance of shower scum, or the perceived all-powerful control the little ants of humanity hold over Mother Earth.
Zooming in diminshes differences between feet strolling toward a sweet treat in Bombay, or Bagdad, or Brigham City. The zoom-in gradually clarifies the mass that is recognized as North American, the Rocky Mountains, the Great Salt Lake, Provo Canyon, Cascade Park, my crooked-line 1120 E. / 1100 E. street, the simple rectangular lines that contain family, me, my mole.
Less than a dot in the Universe, less than a speck on our magnificent blue orb, we exist. Zooming out with satelite photography, puts in check the insignificance of that little worrisome mole on the back of a hand, the rediculously imposed importance of shower scum, or the perceived all-powerful control the little ants of humanity hold over Mother Earth.
Zooming in diminshes differences between feet strolling toward a sweet treat in Bombay, or Bagdad, or Brigham City. The zoom-in gradually clarifies the mass that is recognized as North American, the Rocky Mountains, the Great Salt Lake, Provo Canyon, Cascade Park, my crooked-line 1120 E. / 1100 E. street, the simple rectangular lines that contain family, me, my mole.
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