“We speak of coming into this world, we didn’t — we came out of it.” — Alan Watts
Bang — bang — bang!
I’m far from a fan of fireworks, at least — I wouldn’t make plans to go out to watch a display — but I don’t mind watching them from the comfort of my home for a short while. A few nights ago, there was a random display of fireworks that interrupted a quiet midsummer night. I began to wonder, does our apparent — collective obsession with setting off firework picture shows — have forgotten roots deep within the human psyche?
Imagine it’s the stroke of midnight on new year’s eve, picture the most spectacularly loud and bright — creative fireworks displays you have ever seen. Watch it merge into one almighty show, lighting up the entire sky. You just might need shades — for that type of night light.
Well, now imagine all that happening some thirteen billion years ago — before you and I were even a twinkle in the Universes skies. Just imagine that display of dancing lights — as stars instead of fireworks taking centre stage, some as much as fifty times the size of our beloved sun.
Then one day, they all went bang - bang- bang! in unison. Stardust scattered all around in explosions of light. Contained inside those billions and billions of specs of stardust, were atoms and elements that would some eight billion years later — evolve as parts of the ingredients in the makings of us humans.
There is stardust inside our DNA. Our beginnings were far from humble, it has always been an epic story unfolding with implosions and explosions — full of light in the dark. Ours, is the greatest story ever told. We are more than just flesh and bones, seems to me we are all a unique expression of the Universes vibrations of energy. Abstract paintings, like bursts of colourful lights across the night.
When this human experience is over, perhaps we somehow return our flesh and bones to our roots — not beneath the ground. But above — in ashes to ashes, stardust to stardust.