As I gaze out the window of this feeble aircraft I realize that humanity is so small, clinging to our strength of light and heat. Technology is not only to make life easy, but to make us feel more significant than we really are. Up here, in this place where gravity places it's fingertips, I realize that this is as close as I will ever get, to the boundless world among the stars. Where rules and laws are so many, yet so few at the same time.
I am an observer, as many of us are, of the endless beauty of the night sky and our endless strive to reach it. As a great many (growing fewer) do and have done, I watch the night sky, as the stars seem to shift, and millions of stories in the sky unfold before me. Stories from past humans, trying to make sense of this world of chaos, difficulty, and beauty.
It is terrifying. The night brings the danger of beasts, danger of blindness, danger of malice. But nighttime is not to be villanized. For with night, comes the beauty of the cosmos, and the eruption of nature which resides on this blue orb. The stars shine brighter in the great expanse of sky, than any light a human may ever produce. The bright moon shines upon the Earth, with borrowed rays from the day's sun. Water glimmers like molten silver is dreamed look , and plants of the night bloom wonderously, begging to be noticed in all their glory. Animals slink by elegantly, in their cloak of darkness. Silence seems to be the only sound, but the Earth and the sky are more alive than ever.
We look up and around and see this beauty and danger, and it terrifies us, so we build our walls and doors, and defenses not only for physical safety, but sanity. And though I know I am not exempt from this fact, I still find the bravery I find nowhere else, to be there. To see the stars. The endless swirling sky. The water. The trees. The begging plants. To hear the melody only a night can provide, no matter the setting. On the back deck of my current home in the suburbs. It terrifies me, and yet I allow myself out there, to cry. Not of sadness, but of wonder, terror, jealousy, ambition, and joy but never true sadness.
We get stressed and sad from the miniscule things, if you were to look at the grandest scale we know but cannot possibly fathom. The universe. So yes, we stay in our walls, our vehicles, and all the other wonders of technology. It is perfectly normal and sane to do so. And as to stress, these things are so big and stressful to us because we're so small. But for those of us who dare to look, really look, and soldier on through the pain, the death, the loss, the sorrow, though it tortures us so, everything is so much deeper, so much more terrifying, so much more wondrous, than what humans may achieve in all of history.
Of course, I can't predict the future, nor do I know or claim to know everything. And I am very aware of the fact that, seeing as I'm twelve and human and no better than anybody else, I will retreat back into my devices mere moments after writing this, this moment of philosophy forgotten. All I can do is type the thoughts of a single person, me, in a single moment, in this vast universe.