Reflections from Starstuff: Ecology, Wonder, and Shared Fragility (original) (raw)

Late at night, while I rework the stories of my lives—the stories I’ve been told, the stories I want to tell, the stories that make up the flesh of my body and the flesh of my imagination, the starstuff of my body and the starstuff of my imagination—there, every once and a while, in the dark glowing on the screen is Sagan, that smile, the hair, that tenor and tone of his voice, inviting, and I rework my fragile story of love again in the world, the shores of wonder feel just fine, and I want to wake up and wade out a little more into the possibilities of love, compassion, and justice—“to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.” However strange it looks to us in the near future.