Clandestiny

We are made of stardust. Most are unaware of it, but sometimes I can feel the distant planets tugging at me, because they are also made of the same material. Everything in the universe yearns to be closer together, because wouldn’t everything be so much simpler then? We could travel to Saturn, bask in its rings, take a ride through Jupiter’s storm. But everything is kept apart by dark matter, dark energy, dark-we-don’t-know-what-the-hell-this-stuff-is. Let’s just call it the darkness to avoid being scientific.

Sometimes I dream that there is no darkness. Everywhere is filled with light. But it’s so blinding, that everyone loses their vision. This is where dream turns to nightmare. Other times I just imagine, what if we were giants? We would tower above the cosmos like Gods.

After all, we are Gods, in a way, even if we are pretty tiny in the grand perspective. We are magicians, wizards, and sorcerers. We figured out all these things about the universe in the first place, because our brains are advanced enough to handle it. We created technology. How is this not magic to us? I think we are all amazing and incredible. Just because we haven’t figured out a way to live on the moon or go to Mars doesn’t mean we won’t figure it out. Even if we don’t, maybe we’re not meant to? Instead we will figure out how to live forever. And forever is enough time to do anything, I believe.

Many things have been created out of the stardust of many supernovae. Planets, suns, elements, and… us.