Ironically, the open sky is a ravel of mysteries. Yet all we see when we look above is uninhibited vastness, which seems to us like freedom from where we stand.
And in that open space, there are a billion things unknown to us, and so unknown to themselves. Because so far, only humans have been able to decipher any meaning from the Universe and beyond. At least that’s what we like to think. But have we deciphered anything at all?
Sometimes I think, the only things that are genuine are ones that still remain inexplicable to us. Things that even our brilliant minds can not articulate with their sound logic and reasoning. Things that often leave us feeling helpless because we cannot control or define them.
I’m far from knowledgeable when it comes to physics and the comprehension of the cosmos but I am a poet, who finds inspiration in the stars. And I see there is a pattern that surrounds us, if you really look. Scientists will give it a name, mathematicians will have something else to add but to me, it’s a grand design, a piece of art and we are mere fragments of it.
Earlier today, I read about binary stars. They are two stars that are gravitationally bound together, orbiting their common center of mass; and I immediately ran out to spot them. It’s the rarest sight, impossible to see even through the most powerful telescope because from this great, great distance, they appear as one.
And suddenly to me, that phenomenon became the very definition of love.
I’m going to bed thinking that maybe, from a great, great distance, you and I look like binary stars.