The Universe (and us!)

When I think of the Universe I think of how little I am, how little this feeling is, but how much bigger it is to me. It’s like I’m in this huge concert room and the orchestra are playing with the full flow of the Universe, a forceful symphony of stars and planets and the only thing I can hear is my two feet hitting the ground.

I think about what we are. We are recycled stardust and cosmic energy. All the atoms of hydrogen in the water of our bodies are 13 billion years old. If we trace our ancestors back far enough, back and back for billions of years you’ll find that it is the very stars we see at night that gave birth to us. It is in the depths of their cores where life was born and down we came, to this spinning rock in the aether we call our home.

I think about who we are. We are alive. We are the light and the darkness. We are souls and we are voices, friends and family, sisters and brothers and we all came from the same place. We are the aliens. And one day we will return back and fill that hole we left when we decided to visit earth. Those footsteps I heard, the quiet sounds and feelings that were so insignificant, are the only things I will remember.