Kurt Ballou - Momentary Masters lyrics

Looking up into the sky feelings so small and insignificant, this planet we're on, with everything that ever was Every hero and every coward / Every creator and destroyer / Kings and peasants / Corrupt politicians / Every teacher of mores in the history of our species lived here / Atop this fragile crust Rivers of blood spilled in the name of glory and triumph, we're only masters on a mote of dust We are alone in this great enveloping cosmic dark There is nothing to save us from ourselves The earth is the only world we know to harbor life, nowhere to migrate This is where we make our stand Rivers of blood spilled in the name of glory and triumph We're only masters on a mote of dust Nothing demonstrates the folly of human conceits More than the distant images of our tiny world It underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another To preserve and cherish this pale blue dot, the only home we're known.. –Inspired by Carl Sagan's “Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space”