The night skies, vast in its size, magnificent in its vastness, haunting in its magnificence is a sight that sends people into a trance to learn as much as they can about it and has been doing so since ages untold. The mysteries and stories of the stars transcend all boundaries and unite the sentient across the entire planet, across ages and for all we know, across galaxies. Its influence on mankind far exceed the technological advances made to try to unravel its mystery, it provokes us to think on a far more basal and philosophical note than most other stimuli.
As i gaze into the far reaches of space lying on the lawns in
front of a temple, looking at the stars blinking at me and wondering at the
message they wish to convey. I wonder how many people have looked up at this
very same sky in search of answers, filled with hopes or in desperation. The
sky is filled with patterns of stars, not constellations, but ones made by my
own mind searching for sense among them. Everyday worries and thoughts ebb away
from my conscience and a sense of calm and contemplation take their place. The
actions of one person in this vast universe among billions of other people on a
rocky planet far out in space seem inconsequential and meager at the sight of
the majesty that surrounds us.
Thoughts race through my head about all the theories that try to
explain this view that i see, with a big bang and with dark energy causing
expansion of the universe and dark matter trying to slow it down, with ravenous
black holes at the centers of galaxies trying to feast on all matter in their
reach, of so many attempts made by man to explain the vastness of creation and
to try to find meaning within it, to feel significant among a billion billion
other stars.
This is the sight that has propelled several thousand people out
of their closed, sheltered lives out into the open and into greatness. That has
goaded people to try to be more than what they were. This promise of something
bigger and grander right around the edge if you just look heard enough is what
has driven human civilization forward.
Despite all the efforts put in by all these people over eons, the mysteries of these skies have never been completely unraveled and if you ask me never should be. It is the sight of a mystery and the thirst to solve it that drives a man. To marvel and revel in the sight of magnificence, to ponder over the unnatural and to explain the inexplicable is what makes us what we are. To attempt to be of significance in an insignificant world is what makes us human.
