Winter is Coming

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand
— Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space
 A calm winter scene in Nebraska with a cabin in the background.
 A bird feeder sits in the middle of a yard in Nebraska during a snowy winter scene.

To this place

This birthplace

Of civilization

Where every year

The winters grow colder

Destroying crops

Killing livestock

Each year crueler than

The next

Why do we choose

To ignore

To forget 

To legislate

Ourselves out of