Think of the fact that you are such an infinitesimal being, existing on a speck of dust in the vastness of this universe. All of us here, on this delicate little rock we call Earth, can only know what we do of the universe we live in through lights and rays and glass.
There are innumerable stars. Planets. Solar systems. Galaxies.
RIGHT NOW, on a planet far, far away, something is happening. Whether it is a speck of dust blowing in the wind or an alien species going about its daily life. Stars are imploding. Black holes are warping space and time. It's a bit like that old questions, If a tree falls in the forest, and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? Things are out there happening, without any observance, without any life to see it and name it and chronicle it.
That is so beautiful. Somehow that is so freeing.
And perhaps . . . far far out there, beyond the wall of our universe . . .
Perhaps there is even more.
And somehow we are here, infinitesimal beings, who can ruminate upon the beauty of all that vastness.
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