The other night I was walking back home and I ended up gazed up at the sky for the first time in many nights. My breath was stolen by its perfection. Not a cloud in sight.
A copious number of stars looked down on me from the heavens. It was as if the gods of ancient times drew stories in the vast space using these astrological bodies as their ink. I pointed out the different constellations and share their stories with the silence the night held.
This glittering masterpiece made me wonder how small we were in comparison to the void that surrounds us. How young we must be in its eyes. Or better yet, is there something bigger? Something older and wiser than the universe that we currently reside in and call home?
To believe that only four centuries ago, we didn’t even know about our complete solar system, since they were all mostly discovered after the invention of the telescope. Mind blowing right? I learned once that if you were to squeeze the entire history from the Big Bang to modern day within a single calendar year, humans would have been around for only the last hour on the last day of December. Let that sink in.
Space and Time. Two topics that very few if any truly understand and comprehend. And all of these thoughts because I looked up at the sky and stopped to take it all in.
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