Day 15 - Long Exposure

Through our eyes, the universe is perceiving itself. I think of that every time I am out at night looking up at those lights. Alan Watts must have had the same thought looking at the same sky as he wrote that wonderful line down. As I stand in awe at vastness I cannot really comprehend, my mind races. My problems become infinitesimally small, my joys the same. I think of the distance to the nearest object I see, its number too large for my mind to really grasp; I long to visit it, though I cannot. Still, I am in awe.  

I feel like I am alone. The blackness is so complete that I feel slightly cold. The distance between stars is an ever-expanding void, something likely unconquerable by our frail, splendid species; but I can see through its vastness from my tiny outpost. My isolation has become a comfort, my smallness a solace.

I recognize the beauty in the random spattering of a million million fierce suns all engulfed in their own sagas, I think of the constituents of my body mirroring that cosmic synchrony. I am the stars burning brightly in the void. My cells are the saga. We the universe. I am looking at myself and at you, and I am no longer small; we are too large to comprehend.