(via heyitswil)
I’ve recently gotten really into the universe. The idea of it. How BIG it is. How we fit inside this massive thing called “home.”
It blows my mind that we can only account for 4% of the universe. If we compare the size of a human being, such as ourselves, to the magnitude of the universe, we are the size of an atom. Then what is the atom to the universe? Where did this mysterious, beautiful and terrifying thing come from in the first place?
These are scary questions to ask, to think, or to ponder. But I’m sick and tired of people not wanting to think about it. Ray Bradbury has written a collection of amazing books, Fahrenheit 451 is one that I’ve read about three times. He is an author who knows that these questions exist and that running from them is only running from the truth.
So if someone tries to say that I’ve lost my faith because I’ve started to believe in the science of the universe, than so be it. But at least I’m expanding my perspective to encompass the the magnitude of the beautiful creature itself.
