#vast

Don't you hate it when you get a severed job to escape your grief but people keep dying around you?

You guys are second to see this, my awesomesauce friends were the first. I swear I'm not having an existential crisis. I've just been listening to too much The Magnus Archives and it has genuinely changed the way I look at the world sometimes. In this case, it's the sky.

No because I was thinking, right?

The sky is freaking HUGE. It's infinite on another level. The sky is the universe. The universe is everything. And everything goes on forever. Look at a big house. Now look at it against the backdrop of a clear. Blue. Sky. Then imagine it against the sky. Not so big anymore. Everything big to us looks small against the sky. Everything. Cell towers, buildings, skyscrapers that don't actually and will never scrape the sky, the Burj Kalifa 2 electric boogaloo, whatever. To the sky, it's a speck. Less than that. Barely a blip, and that's if we're lucky.

But the sky is also the universe. And the universe is even bigger that. It sees billions among trillions among quadrillions and so on and so forth of stars and universes and galaxies, things we haven't seen or heard of yet, nebulas, quintillions and sextillions and septillions, octillions, neptillions. It goes on forever and ever and to infinity. The sky. The universe. It goes on forever.

It never ends. And if the universe was measured in time, we would be, to it, less than one one billionth of one trillionth of a second.

Now let's come back to Earth. Now it feels suffocating, inevitable. It's constant. It looks as though it's getting both so much closer and further away each second you stare at it. As they say, "if one stares too long at the void, the void will stare back."

The sky is both right and front of us and unreachable. And this both is a startling reality, that we will never truly BE in or TOUCH the sky, and a sort of comfort, that what we do in this life won't matter forever. Because to something like the sky, we don't last forever. We're just a little blip in an infinitesimal universe, and that's perfectly okay.