“Although we are necessarily concerned, in a chronicle of events, with physical action by the light of day, history suggests that the human spirit wanders farthest in the silent hours between midnight and dawn. Those dark fruitful hours, seldom recorded, whose secret flowerings breed peace and war, loves and hates, the crowning or uncrowning of heads.” HumansWarLightActionSpiritHateHoursDarkSecretEventsConcernedSilentWanderDawnMidnightHuman SpiritLove And HateFloweringChroniclesWar Love Book:Picnic at Hanging Rock Source: Picnic at Hanging Rock
“Might it be the discovery of a distant civilization and our common cosmic origins that finally drives home the message of the bond among all humans. Whether we're born in San Francisco or Sudan or close to the heart of the Milky Way Galaxy, we are the products of a billion-year lineage of wandering stardust. We, all of us, are what happens when a primordial mixture of hydrogen and helium evolves for so long that it begins to ask where it came from.” WayYearsHumansHeartLongHomeMightHappensAsksBornCommonProductsCivilizationMessagesDiscoveryBillionsWanderEvolveCosmicGalaxyMixturesSan FranciscoStardustHydrogenMilky WayLineageSudanHelium Author:Jill Tarter