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Voilà!

In View, a humble Vaudevillian Veteran, cast Vicariously as both Victim and Villian by the Vicissitudes of Fate.

This Visage, no mere Veneer of Vanity, is a Vestige of the Vox populi, now Vacant, Vanished.

However, this Valorous Visitation of a by-gone Vexation, stands Vivified and has Vowed to Vanquish these Venal and Virulent Vermin Vanguarding Vice and Vouchsafing the Violently Vicious and Voracious Violation of Volition.

The only Verdict is Vengence; a Vendetta, held as a Votive, not in Vain, for the Value and Veracity of such shall one day Vindicate the Vigilant and the Virtuous.

Verily, this Vichyssoise of Verbiage Veers most Verbose, so let me simply add that it is my Very good honor to meet you and you may call me

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Hello world, Again!

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Bir WordPress hatası bütün yazılarımı mahvetti!

Teşekkürler WordPress. Uzun zamandır yazı yazmıyordum, 1600 e yakın spam girişi, her butona tıkladığımda anlamsız bir siteye yönlendirmesi, hep 404 sayfalar çıkması, derken deli oldum.

Şimdi eski veritabanından halletmeye çalışıyorum ama bütün resimlerin bağlantıları kayıp ve virüs veya kötü kodu yazan kimse iyi çalışmış, eski veritabanını yükleyince virüs de geri geliyor.

Uğraş şimdi tekin geceler boyu…

Pale Blue Dot

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We succeeded in taking that picture, and, if you look at it, you see a dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever lived, lived out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every hopeful child, every mother and father, every 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.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and in triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of the dot on scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner of the dot. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. 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.

[…] To my mind, 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 and compassionately with one another and to preserve and cherish that pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.
— Carl Sagan, speech at Cornell University, October 13, 1994