For about 10 minutes now, I’ve been sitting in my chair, looking outside my window, and wondering how the stars, space, and time could create such a wonderful, tiny, speck that’s full of life and beauty.
Like the Whos from Dr. Seuss, it’s almost impossible for me to think of anything else outside of this world. The Earth itself, to us humans, is such a vast place already, so when you think about other planets, stars, meteors, etc, that are a thousand times larger, in space which is infinitely long, it’s just so…
I don’t know how to put it. It just makes one feel quite insignificant. I’m not saying we’re not important, because we are. We all bore from the stars and matter. We’re just… A tiny speck of dust in a stretch of endless sand, and I could never imagine what else could be out there.
