“Space; the final frontier.”
Or, is it?
Imagine, if your left brain let go for a moment, the vastness of the Universe. The gigantic-ness of the galaxy. The never-ending interstellar nebulae. Could you? Could you understand? The human comprehension of it may almost be exactly the same as trying to explain to an amoeba why you need to go to work – “to pay my bills, tiny amoeba”. Ohhhhh, it follows you….?
The boundaries of the cosmos are, as a theory, boundless. Is it possible for the human brain to even process the infinite magnitude (if that does it justice) of what Space is? Or, is that exactly what it’s about, “space”?
Space for what? Or, for whom? For galaxies and solar systems? For the Starship Enterprise? For your imagination? For your consciousness. (no question mark on that one)
We are all visitors here. Very comfortable, very at home, visitors. Like a landed immigrant, we’ve adopted this place to be our home. We’ve set down our things, gotten used to how it feels and made it to be as though we’ve always been here. But, we haven’t. This is but a temporary trading post on our journey through the stars.
We’re here because it’s not a bad place to be. We’ve decided to stop because there are things to learn, places to see, challenges to conquer and experiences to experience. And, it’s okay to be an Earthly participant; it’s what makes our time here, seemingly, productive. But, it’s more than imperative to remain connected to that which you came from; even if you don’t think you know where you came from.
And so, is it possible for the human brain to even process the infinite magnitude of what Space is? No. But, you don’t need the human brain for this. It’s your consciousness that wants you to let it call the shots.
Your connection to the Universe will never be severed. It is what you are and where you came from. And, that connection is not far from you at any given point in your day. It’s; the sunshine on your skin; a warm cinnamon bun; your favorite song; a hug from a friend; hiding under warm sheets on a cold day. It’s anything that makes you feel okay to be you. It’s Love.
Nothing can transcend human-ness, like Love can. It’s because, much like the tiny amoeba, real Love – the kind that isn’t predicated on anything but Love – doesn’t understand the boundaries of this physical existence. It, too, like Space, is boundless.
To believe that the two most unprejudiced phenomena of our consciousness, Love and Space, are a coincidence, is to have one’s head probably lodged up one’s arse. There is no questions they transcend each other like nothing else can. Love and Space, not your head and your rear.
Look into the night sky. Find peace and calm within yourself and look into the night sky. Fill the stars and space in between them with your Heart and, at the same time, lasso the Universe into your chest. That feeling of fullness, of invincibility, of “you-don’t-know-what-to-call-it”; that is the connection you never lost.
It may not seem like it right at this very moment, but that connection will be all that will matter.
Be Love.
