Between the Universe and us

All of the Universe is our home — and we were born to roam

We’ve got the light

The very next time you look somebody you love in the eyes, try pausing — and ask yourself what you see.

There is a certain light in the eyes, that cannot be replicated — as much as we may try. It draws us in like moths to flames, like Icarus to the sun, it’s all of the lights — all of them in one. That insatiable curiosity we feel, perhaps mirrors the pull of the enigma — that is the Universe.

So, we keep looking into those eyes — and somehow, they remind us to look up.

Simple adventures

Sitting with my six year old son the other day, he asked me what colour my eyes are. He looked with intent, studying my eyes from left to right. I think he hypnotised me, I held his gaze — and I thought to myself…

I see galaxies in your eyes

‘They’re brown, just like yours’, I tell him.

Little man shakes his head: ‘No, they’re Black…I can see myself in them and I can see little lights. Okay, this is just getting weird now.’

Maybe, I should consider re-naming him ‘Rocket’ — because he just took me into outer space.

What if the stars heard

Yesterday, I lost my temper. Like full on adult tantrum, real shouty and sweary type of losing your shit — you know?

Yep, my inner Fire Dragon (that’s my Chinese Zodiac sign), started a wildfire that my Pisces fish (that’s my Western astrology Zodiac sign)then had to put out. I’m not proud of my episode. I took myself to my room for a time out, a mini ugly cry — followed by a headache.

Sigh

I’m imagining if these personal types of deafening sound, could travel through space. What would the stars make of all our echoes?

There are billions and billions of stars in the whole Universe…all making sounds…like a starlit percussion — across our galaxies

Stars operate at a frequency, some six million times higher than ours or any other mammal. For us, that’s like turning up the volume by like a million percent ( just a gestimate, don’t quote me on my maths) on a barely there whisper — and still unable to catch the sound. Space takes care of the rest of our inability to hear them, and I guess — vice versa.

Following my noisy outburst, I’m pretty happy the Universe has it set up this way.