While some look up and feel small,
I feel connected to things big and tall
Things infinitesimally short
And things that where never there at all.
Connected to things that will surely one day be
Even to things that I will never ever see,
I do not feel alone…
Because the universe is within me.
I do not believe in a man-in-the-sky-heaven or reincarnation in the sense that this “me”-ness right now will transcend as this “me” unit into another realm or dimension in the same configuration. This does not make me sad. I believe that the pieces that make me, once they stop holding on so tightly to create this perception of a skin sack that I arbitrarily define as mine, I (meaning one of approximately 7*10^27 atoms) will redistribute, not into the heaven with the bearded man, but into the cosmic heavens where I (meaning one of the 7*10^27 atoms) could join or rejoin with my ancestral particles and create a whole new configuration of thing-ness! And what of all the things I have been part of?! Massive expansions and contractions of the ether... And what of all the grand hypotheticals I am not capable of hypothesizing for lack of the knowledge of what was!? Oh, dear. I get a warm fuzzy feeling when I think of those spectacular unknowns that one of my “I”s was and what one of my "I"s will be. Forever perpetuating, in one form or another.
“The universe is in us and we are the universe,” indeed.
Sources: All images are from the Official Hubble Site. STScl. Check them out. Keep space exploration alive!