In the vastness of space, if you looked out from Mars, you would see a pale blue speck of light. Among the brilliant stars, it seemed small and lonely. Yet within that shimmering blue light, there was a faint but stubborn devotion to life.
It was our beloved home: Earth.
If we drew closer and looked from the Moon, that pale blue speck would suddenly grow five or six hundred times larger, becoming a great sphere suspended in space, drifting through the void like something out of a fantasy. On the vast landmasses where blue and green intertwined, a raised spine resembled a coiled white dragon, its head held high as if proclaiming: Here, life flourishes and hope abounds.
That was the birthplace of human civilization: the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.
As the wheels of history continued to turn, the day would eventually come when people discovered that this place would also be the final resting place of the human soul.
