Don’t Forget, We’re Still Traveling The Galaxy
A Letter From The Universe
At the core of dust clouds, stars swirl before they are born. The clouds swing through our universe, and along the way, they find hardship and heat. Picking up mass and gaining speed, the clouds spin and break into two or three pieces before they pair off or split into multiple groups. As they collapse into heated balls of gas and dust, they become stars. Remaining dust becomes asteroids or planets.
Before our rock came hurtling through space, the universe was mostly quiet. Vast with silence. Bathed in midnight and stars like a mysterious woman winking from across a crowded room. There were no great wars. No astounding discoveries. No mind-numbing distractions. Just the clouds with their star-birthing battles.
Cavemen drew pictures and told stories when they walked our earth. From the very beginning of our survival, we’ve recognized art keeps us afloat. Documents where we’ve been. Imagines where we could go. Curiousity may have killed the cat, but creativity’s been trying to figure out how to halt death ever since.
Dying has always been an irrelevant fear to the universe. Ever-shifting and immortal, the galaxy doesn’t fear death. Every star is a legacy of epic proportions. Every planet a triumph. Why fear death when you’re constantly in a state…
