Last night, sitting at a table beneath the stars, laughing and chatting with my dinner companions, I paused, glanced upwards, and was momentarily entranced. Stars glittered like diamonds scattered across the night’s vast, obsidian blanket.
In that moment, I felt utterly humbled. The sheer scale of the universe dwarfed me, a tiny speck within its infinite mystery and wonder. Distant Jupiter shimmered, a celestial pearl suspended in a sea of stars.
As the conversation swirled around me, I felt a deep yearning. I wanted to capture it all: the warmth of the laughter, the clinking glasses, the friendship, the beauty above—the ineffable silence, the profound luminescence.
Transported by the night sky, I pulled out my phone, leaned back, craned my neck, and stretched my arms above my head. Click!
And then, distraction. Someone spoke, the beauty above faded, and I returned to Earth.
This morning, scrolling through last night’s photos, I found what appeared to be an AI-generated image: golden streaks fading into an abyss of blue. Confusion. Where did this come from? Then, I remembered that brief moment of star-struck wonder.
This blurry, indefinite photo is it. Where are the stars? Where is Jupiter? The image doesn’t reflect what I saw. Or does it?
Initially, I almost deleted it. Then, I paused, struck by a sense of wonder. How divinely orchestrated is this disconnect? The image, though not what I intended, reflects a deeper truth: all is not always as it seems.
The universe holds countless worlds beyond our own—unexplored, unknown, unseen. We spin and orbit within our own small spheres, often believing we understand everything about being human, about existing on this planet, our Earth, as it journeys around the sun. We speak of the cosmos as if we possess some special insight, forgetting that our understanding is itself a tiny, flickering light in an immeasurable darkness.
And as we spin through time, we often act as masters of our destinies, controllers of our world. We meticulously plan our lives, building our towers of ambition, rarely considering the ineffable, inexplicable nature of existence beyond our limited perspectives. We strive, we conquer, we accumulate, all while suspended on a fragile blue marble, adrift in an ocean of cosmic immensity. Our grandest achievements seem almost comical when viewed against the backdrop of eternity.
We inhabit a vast planet, orbiting within a vast solar system, of which humanity has explored only a minuscule fraction. Beyond Neptune, the universe stretches into an unfathomable unknown.
Perhaps, if we paused to breathe in the immensity of the cosmos, if we truly acknowledged our infinitesimal place within it, we might find a deeper, more grounded peace, a peace that reflects the quiet majesty of the starlight above.
It rained last night. No. That’s not quite accurate. It poured. A torrential downpour that soaked the parched earth and, not so happily, inside our house.
The morning awakens after the storm. A whale spouts as it swims past. The not so wild, left to run free horses walk slowly past the house, taking the trail down to the beach. A white heron walks slowly through the grass before taking flight.
Dare Boldly 