I view space kind of like the ocean. Both are so large and wildly unknown, and yes, very different. I can’t help but hold my breath when I think about either one of them.
They both must be beautiful to look at, up as close as you can get. Or, as far into either as you can, rather. I wonder what that kind of dead silence would be like. I wonder what kind of creatures you might see.
Could the imagination even come close?
To feel so small, in all that wide open space. To know how insignificant you must be. All of your problems become so minute.
Maybe I need to feel small, without feeling small.
I wonder, do I make any sense?