Onward to the Edge - Symphony of Science, Melodysheep, Brian Cox

The act of moving onward means we pass these sign posts

One of them was first leaving earth

The next one is hanging out on the moon

What’s next?

The planets

Onward to the edge

We’re moving onward to the edge

Here we are together

This fragile little world

This is our sun

Just another star in a sea of stars

The heart of the solar system

Just another star in a sea of stars

Mercury is the closest planet

This tortured piece of rock has been stripped naked

The moon has a sky

It has a horizon

It’s another world

It’s got earth in the sky

Just the way we have the moon in the sky

We’re not the only world to think about

Worlds unnumbered

We’re not the only world to think about

Think about worlds unnumbered

There is a powerful recognition

That stirs within us

When we see our own little blue ocean planet

In the skies of other worlds

The Saturn system

Offers splendor beyond compare

Because of its rings

And very diverse moons

These are no longer abstractions

These are worlds

Maybe there’s life there

They’ve changed how we think about Earth

«A mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam

The pale blue dot» (Carl Sagan)

The laws of nature create

Vastly different worlds

With the tiniest of changes

When I reach to the edge of the universe

I do so knowing that along some paths of cosmic discovery

There are times when, at least for now

One must be content to love the questions themselves