There must be something else out there. When I see the kind of strange images of space, I am actually awed. when I was a kid, I just thought space was perpetually stars, uni-dimensional, never really planets and stars and meteors and so on but a flat, unchanging distance ... stars.
A couple nights ago I noticed the moon. It was an epiphany. I hadn't actually ever thought about how the moon is this massive object, hundreds of thousand of miles from us. This was whelming admittedly. Then i thought about how there is an extremely powerful sun behind me. Then the thought came that in space there is nothing to reflect the light around to our side of the world, that it's just empty.
Space has always scared me. It excites me and scares me. The thought of the universe takes me down the road of "what does it all mean?" and "what is the purpose in life?"
So I stay away from that a little, unless I want to sit, nearly catatonic, for an hour, thinking about what my place is.
We are so small, so insignificant. To think that we are here alone seems ludicrous and improbable to say the least. There is this vastness, tucked away, smashing and creating, destroying and rebuilding and we are too self absorbed to even pay it a thought.
(image via Salvatore Vuono)
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