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Scale

A few minutes ago, I looked out my window, and saw the moon.

Then it hit me; I am on the surface of a planet, looking up at something thousands of kilometers away, reflecting the light of something that is even farther than that.

Scale is such a funny thing. We think the world of our problems, whereas we're really, really small.

Take a moment, look out your window right now, and think about it.

Is it really worth worrying about?

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  1. BloggingEgyptJune 25, 2012 at 10:31 AM

    If you could drive your car straight up, you'd hit "space" in a little over an hour. Makes you rethink "space" a bit, doesn't it?

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    1. MazloumJune 25, 2012 at 10:34 AM

      Well, it makes me rethink how far we really are from actual space, but the funny thing about space is that there's quite a lot of it.

      So, in essence, I drive up for an hour or so, and BAM! Now I have the infinite expanses of space to explore. Assuming the oxygen deprivation or pressure doesn't kill me first. :P

      But, yes, it is a very interesting thought. Thank you for that. :)

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  2. The WarmanJune 25, 2012 at 10:35 AM

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3wGMsOhaPJs Where's your moon now

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