There is little difference between the currents of blood that flow through your veins, and the wind current, except that the one seems to be within you and the other without.
When the blood of your veins returns to the sea and the dust of your bones returns to the ground, maybe then will you remember that this earth does not belong to you, you belong to this earth.
Whether you more strongly feel the monumental significance of tiny things or the massive void between them depends on who you are, and how your brain chemistry is balanced at a particular moment. We walk around with miniature, emotional versions of the universe inside of us.
How many of those ancient points of light were the last echoes of suns now dead? How many have been born but their light not yet come this far? If all the suns but ours collapsed tonight, how many lifetimes would it take us to realize that we were alone?
"Mars has become a kind of mythic arena onto which we’ve projected our earthly hopes and fears. However, in our time, we’ve come to find that the real Mars is a world of wonders. […] We have sifted the sand of Mars, established a presence there, and fulfilled a century of dreams.” — Carl Sagan, Cosmos: Part 5 - Blues For a Red Planet
I say fuck it, embrace the darkness that creeps in your mind once in a while. Let it take over you, don’t put up a fight. Hate, loathe, get mad. Imagine it all burning. Feed the flame with your negativity, your resentments. Picture everything thats upsetting you in smoldering ashes, extinguished, defeated. Evil thoughts do not make you an evil person. Acting upon them, however, do. Let them flow out as easily as them came in. Coming back after embodying the void, even the dimmest lights seem to shine a little brighter.
Newton’s laws of gravity and motion revealed how the sun held distant worlds captive. His laws swept away the need for a master clockmaker to explain the precision and beauty of the solar system. Gravity is the clockmaker.