"There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known." -Carl Sagan 🌎
Let us look to the stars together...

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Hello. You are a special person, and you can do whatever you set your mind to, regardless of your race, gender, sexuality, ethnicity, and if you are LGBTQ+. You are accepted here. If you feel that you, or anyone else is being attacked in anyway, by anybody, then my sincere apologies to you, or anyone else being attacked. Attacks of any kind strictly violate fandom's guidelines, so do not hesitate to tell wiki staff. They will ensure that the situation is handled properly. You can do whatever you set you mind to. Everyone has the potential to do things great, and that includes you. Please post this on your profile if you are against racism. You can change the font, color, etc. 𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤, 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕, 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕪 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕖. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖 ℂ𝕙𝕣𝕪𝕤𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕝, 𝕠𝕣 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕄𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕣(𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕀 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣 ℂ𝕙𝕣𝕪𝕤𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕝).You can also call me Luna, because my prodigy math character is named Luna Moontalon. My time zone is MST, also know as Mountain Standard Time. My hours using a device are typically 10:00 AM to 4:00 PM. Note that not all my time on devices is devoted to FANDOM. I may also use devices later or earlier in the day, depending on how I feel. I also don't do much FANDOM on weekends.

"In my eyes, indisposed
In disguises no one knows
Hides the face, lies the snake
In the sun, in my disgrace
Boiling heat, summer stench
'Neath the black the sky looks dead
Call my name through the cream
And I'll hear you scream again"-Blackhole Sun by Soundgarden.🎵
Please read the following in addition to my paragraph above regarding racism.
It's okay not be okay, as they always say,
Contrary to what our culture has sown,
you, my friend, are simply not alone.
If we want to fight, we need to learn how to walk
The truth is we need to start to learn how to talk
Find your mechanism to cope and soon you will discover hope.
Never have thoughts of commiting suicide. You are way more than what you think you are. Post this on your profile if you want suicide to stop.
Dear bullies, You know that boy you pushed over earlier? Committed suicide last night. That girl you called fat? She's starving herself. And that boy you teased for crying? His mother died. You know that man you made fun of for having scars? He fought for our country. That man you stole the little leather pouch off? He was homeless. And everybody else you've been mean to? You've either hurt them really bad or ruined their life. Post this on your profile if you are against bullying.
I have always wondered why you choose to believe that putting someone else down, would put yourself on top.
You stand there waiting for another weak prey, someone who you can easily threaten and manipulate. You invest your time and energy into diminishing every ounce of confidence in your target to the point that they feel worthless of themselves.
It almost seems that ripping someone off of their dignity gives you pleasure.
You can send out your threats, your messages of hate and use your keyboard as a weapon and your screen as a shield, but behind the words lays a person desperately seeking attention.
The hurtful words you say and the actions you do are the reason someone today will go home crying, thinking that they are the problem, when in fact you are. You may think that sending a hate message to one person is no big deal, but often that hate will reciprocate into more and more people hurting each other just to relieve their own pain from being hurt. Inside every bully is someone who has been a victim of bullying.
Many innocent lives are lost because of people choosing to get revenge on others who have bullied them. Suicide rates have risen. Bullying only leads to more bullying.
So at the end of the day when you look back at what you have accomplished, do you want to be known as someone who hurt so many people and destroyed innocent lives? You have so much potential in you and yet you choose to waste your energy hurting others. Instead why don’t you put that energy into something constructive? If you want something that someone else has go and earn it yourself. You will receive much more recognition for something that you earned yourself.
You will never feel the pain that you have caused your victims, but I want you to know that you can be forgiven if you choose to earn it. I believe that every individual has the capability to spread kindness, even if they come off as destructive.  I hope that one day you are able to feel the love and kindness that the world has to offer so that you can pass on this feeling to others.
No one deserves to be hurt or feel worthless, so today before you post that mean comment or bash that innocent individual in the hallway, put yourself in the victim’s position and let there be one less person crying today because of bullying.
Please read-true story (This did not happen to me, I copy/pasted it.) I was walking around in a Target store when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back. The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.' Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money? The old lady replied: You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear. Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. 'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.' I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.' His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister. My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.' 'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.' Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?' 'OK,' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.'
I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!' Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me! 'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose. 'My mommy loves white roses.' A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him. Now you have 2 choices: 1) Repost this message, or 2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.
This is a true story related to this. I had major Déjà vu as I read this. If you don't think that's a sign, then you're wrong. Not long after, I remember seeing a white cross on the road. That cross had white roses and teddy bears all around it, as well as many other flowers and stuff animals. I don't know if it was the same incident (since I don't normally watch the news), but it means something to me. Now everytime I see a cross or drive safely sign, I fall quiet. During December 2020, not long after I read this story for the first time, I told my mom I saw another drive safely sign and we said a prayer for them. That's when my brother asked the stupidest question I ever heard, "Why are we doing this?" Enraged I told him because someone died, most likely because of someone else's mistake. He than asked, "How do you know that?" I fustradely answered that the city put up those signs in remembrance of them and that the name of the person was on it. I was straight out mad because he was beginning to get disrespectful. Finally He said what set me off, "I didn't see a name. So I don't think anyone died." We had a full blown argument while my mom was trying to get us to shut up. The very next day, he started the argument again as we drove by the EXACT SAME SIGN. Finally, as we got out of the car to go to Home Depot, my dad gave him a scolding. He would of slapped him, but we were in public. As soon as we got home though, my brother wound up doing extra school work instead of playing Prodigy as he usually does. I began to wonder, how many other people are as disrespectful as my brother that day? Now there are three things you can do here, and you can do multiple..........
# Re-post this
# Start being respectful toward those who past away, most had unjust deaths.
# Or you can ignore this. Pretend that it didn't send you thinking, pretend that those people didn't die, and pretend I don't exist or that it never happened.
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