The Heavens Above Us

I might be a little biased.

I like space.

I like space a LOT.

The thing about space that really gets me is how.. different it is, yet familiar. Perhaps it's because I'm the son of an Aerospace engineer, constantly seeing pictures and stuff, but somehow I just look to the stars and.. Connect, if that makes sense.

Space intrigues me in such a way that I just want to figure it out, although I think no matter how much we think we know about space, there's always more.

Space to me is just.. beautiful. Think about it. Our universe, the space around us, it works in such a harmony, it flows in such a way that it's almost as if it's a universal dance. Do bad things happen in space? Of course! Black holes form, planets or stars collide with other stars. I don't know how to explain it, but there's something so mysteriously cool about the weightlessness, the emptiness, yet filling feeling of space.

Everything works so oddly well with each other, flows and moves like a dance. Even things of complete destruction, black holes, create magnificent works of beauty such as quasars and things of the sort. Clouds of space dust forming into murals big enough to fill the sky, laid on the walls of the universe.

The thing that I love the most about space though, is how when I look at it.. I just get sudden hope for humanity, for life as we know it. I look to the stars, or I even look at pictures and I just feel better. I feel like I could just stare for hours and hours and everything will be okay. Despite how small we are in comparison.. we are a part of something big. We are made up of the very same atoms that once made up a star, or a fellow planet. We are the universe, in a sense.

I suppose, Space is Heaven, both physically in the heavens, and almost metaphorically.

Have I mentioned I like space?