Day 220

One of my favorite photos, taken by the Hubble telescope; this required 800 exposures and 400 revolutions around earth to put together. Visible are, give or take, 10,000 different entire galaxies:



There are too many perspectives with which to view the world! I suppose it is the pattern-seeing nature of the human mind; I'm constantly finding ways to look at things, ways in which words and actions and events in nature can be construed into harmony, and so forth. Then I see this picture and think "Ah yes, then there's that". I run completely out of thoughts when I look at this picture.

And as cliche as it sounds, I do recognize that there is a degree of insignificance to certain things. That one's restaurant meal isn't to one's temperature liking... well, it's not exactly front page news in the grander scheme of things.

And hoo boy would I love to somehow roam the universe. There's so much out there, more than we could ever possibly grasp (even conceptually) by a very long shot. If there is a God, why in the heavens did he make Earth so tiny and insignificant? Why did he make the universe such that nearly 100% of it is completely off limits to the (presumably) only self-aware and inquisitive beings occupying it? And even here on this lonely, small, out-of-the-way planet, why did he make it such that life could only be sustained on some of its surface, some of the time, and so insignificantly temporarily so (not to mention painfully, unjustly, fleetingly...)?

If there is a God, I swear that he's mocking us.

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Anonymous said…
mmmm....so we wouldn't get bored? :-P
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