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卡尔萨根，几如诗人般写下了诗人的句子。这段话太美，值得大段引用。
Look again at that dot.
再看一下这个点吧。
That’s here. That’s home. That’s us.
它在那里。那就是我们的家，我们的一切。
On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives.
在它上面，有你爱的每个人、你认识的每个人、你听说过的每个人。历史上的每一个人，都在它上面度过了自己的一生。
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.
所有我们的欢乐和痛苦，所有言之凿凿的宗教、意识形态和经济思想，所有猎人和强盗，所有英雄和懦夫，所有文明的创造者和毁灭者，所有的皇帝和农夫，所有热恋中的青年情侣，所有的父母、满怀希望的孩子、发明者和探索者，所有精神导师，所有腐败的政治家，所有「超级明星」，所有「最高领导人」，所有圣徒和罪人，从人类这个种族存在的第一天起——都发生在这颗悬浮在太阳光中的尘埃上。
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena.
地球是宇宙竞技场中的一个小舞台。
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.
那些将军和帝王，那些成败和荣辱，那些血流成河，那些霸业和辉煌，不过只发生在这个点上的一部分，转瞬即逝。
