In their 1994 book, “Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space,” Ann Druyan and Carl Sagan took a poetic and holistic view of Earth – as a tiny speck, a pixel – in this famed photo.

“Look again at that dot,” they wrote. “That’s here. That’s home. That’s us.
On it, everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every ‘superstar,’ every ‘supreme leader,’ every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there – on a mote of dust, suspended in a sunbeam.”

So how is it then that we, whose elements of our bodies come, quite literally, from the stars; who share our thoughts and understand one another through the universality of the mind; whose essence is one and the same among all; somehow claim a unique pride in all we are and take credit for all we do? Why do we reduce the entire glorious universe down to being all about me? In pride and haughtiness, we endevour to take credit for that which is not ours and atrribute that which is provided freely to each of us as our own doing. "It's all about me" is the very definition of pride.