Starry skies have this soothing comfort: they were looking down at our evolving humanity for eons. And me looking up at them now – helps to stay with the ordeal of human experience. Through their delicate twinkling that covers up monolithic permanence, they embolden me to look at the pain inherently encapsulated in our existence.
Looking out into the vast expanse of the universe above allows you to see what’s deep within you.
It reminds you that you’re just a small speck of meat and bones on a side of a spinning rock darting through the endless void of the universe.
It reminds you of your own insignificance. It lets you feel your own humbling insignificance. Not because you don’t matter… but because you do. You are the one experiencing the experience: the stars showing you that you are not the experience itself. You are the one looking at it.
Just like a shooting star – the experience is fleeting. But you – the you looking at it – remain. Beyond the human flesh, your soul moving with it in perpetual motion.
I love how the stars make me feel eternity.
I love how they show the bottomless depths of my own soul.
It is in the dark spaces between the stars I hear the silent song of my own existence.
…Too bad modern cities, where this soothing is most necessary – scream over their quietude with a megaphone of light pollution.
Go out and hear the stars. Listen to the darkness.
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