Deep Universe Stuff 

This one is a little different from the ones I’ve written before. Trying to be all serious and deep here. So I don’t know, humour me?

Atmospheres. 

The Earth, with its blanket of breathable, magical air exists in a vacuum of incomprehensible darkness that knows no ends or beginnings. The curious, colourful rock lives quietly with its eccentric and odd inhabitants, radiant in its confused elegance, and secure, incredibly, from the surrounding sea of boundless darkness. It looks almost amused and wide eyed as it peeks at nothingness, perpetually mustering up the courage to question the meaning of things. Wondering. Thinking.

Always thinking.

There is evil and pain and fear that lurks in every dark ally on earth and the Universe itself is utterly black, with sparkling stars mocking us from distances that our tiny brains cannot fathom, beckoning us to worlds better left unknown, and making us realise how small a ratio to the great big infinity we compose. Eternities are shrouded in purple cloaks, and we can hardly do anything about them. There never have been too many things we can count on.

The atmosphere, however, is always there. The quilt of comfort, warmth and safety, veiling the black mysteries of the beyond from the bustling world of little, self-absorbed beings that is our planet. It filters light enough to not blind us and gives air enough to not choke us, making miracles out of our existence in a void with no inherent meaning. It’s kind of like the shields of reassurance we build around ourselves to get through reality every day, the thin film of hope that separates us from the terrible Out There of paralysing fears.

And isn’t that crazy?

A lot can be said about this world, and with everything discovered and lost, above and below, known and unknown, it is not difficult to see that our species may one day be driven mad to the dogs. But here’s the thing: as vast and mind-boggling is the cosmos, our earth, with its gaseous protector, is the only place where life could be.

And our minds, with their invisible, imaginary bubbles, are the only places where we are.

Just getting by. Day by day.

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