As the man-made craft whirled through space—further than anything had gone before—the scientists turned the camera back on Earth. From that distance, our planet was nothing more than a blue speck, completely unremarkable against the background of endless space. The most eloquent scientist among them opined philosophically about how all of human history took place on that tiny, faraway pale blue dot. Somewhere running through that history are a few lines that you and I have treaded across space-time. Even though we discarded them eventually, you and I, for a long time, I wanted to believe that they were of importance. But looking at that image from that spacecraft taken back in 1990, I think that whatever traces our love has left in the vacuum of space, it all seems so insignificant now. Come to think of it, coincidently (I am sure), 1990 was also the year I saw you for the very first time.
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