I Looked at The Stars

I looked at the stars,

And my unfathomable despair went away.

I looked at the stars,

And I thought that life was okay.

I looked at the stars,

And I knew, right then, that love could be true.

I looked at the stars,

Never realizing

The whole time,

I was looking at you.

Rats, Spirals and Cheese

What is the multiverse? How many dimensions exist? Will we ever find aliens? Are we all just atoms in a larger universe?These were the questions my friends and I attempted to answer in today’s lunch break. It all started with the question of how the universe would have come into existence if the Big Bang Theory wasn’t true. Soon we were wondering what was outside the universe, if the universe was the only thing there was. It made me think: how do you perceive or make sense of something that is simply beyond human comprehension? Belief. The answer is belief. The whole point of putting the unimaginable into the hands of some higher being is to simplify the things that are out of reach of human understanding. But we still weren’t content. My friend wanted a reason for why the universe is the way it is and why there could be infinite dimensions. Everything’s gotta have a reason, right? No. Not everything. Until we know for sure, we really wouldn’t have a solid reason for why the universe behaves the way it behaves. We need to find a reason. We need an answer. Imagine a spiral maze. An endless spiral maze. The entire human race is a rat in the maze, looking the best piece of cheese in universal existence. Cheese couldn’t get better than this. And we’re desperate to find it. We’re constantly going round and round in circles in the hopes of finding this cheese. And the spiral is infinite and never-ending. So is our search for the elusive cheese. I’m not saying we’ll never find the cheese. With rapid technological advances, we might in the near future. But while we’re all searching frantically for the cheese, we seem to miss all the pizza and milk and chocolate along the way. They’re great too, even if they’re not ultimate cheese. We’re all just just rats, looking for our own cheese. We are going to while away our existence looking for this cheese. So we might as well enjoy the journey.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep. -Robert Frost

Nyctophilia

So last night I decided to go out into my balcony and just stare into the dark beyond. I kept looking and looking and then I saw the first star I had seen in days. And then another. And then ten more. I wondered. Wondered what it would be like if each one had its own solar system, with its own signs of life. I thought, how mysterious and suffocating it felt to be the only living species we knew about. I felt one of them, whose light was just reaching us, blow up into a supernova and leave behind nothing but a tiny, infinitesimal speck in this vast, indifferent universe. And possibly multiverse.

When I look up the pitch black sky at night, dotted with stars older than human mankind, I almost feel like I’m standing on the edge of the atmosphere and I can see the darkness of the universe, which gives me immense comfort. And even though all we’d be able to see is pitch black nothingness, the realisation that this nothingness will go on forever reassures me. No matter how far you look. Now matter how many lights you put up. No matter how many wars we fight, how many worlds we put out of existence, no matter how many species crumble and fade away into oblivion, the dark will be, and the stars will continue to be beautiful till the end of this universe’s time. And then the start of another.

I used to ask myself why I loved the night so much.

Finally, I seem to have a reasonable answer.

I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night. – Sarah Williams