Space

A lot of people feel dwarfed and terrified at the vastness of space. The immensity, the mind-blowing ancientness, the scale . . . like we're microscopic specs of dust on a grain of sand in an ocean bigger than anything we can imagine. The fact that, on a cosmic timeline, we humans occupy only a small portion of the last hour of the last day, makes some folks feel insignificant and worthless.

And I guess I understand that, but I have never, ever felt that way.

We are made of stardust; the carbon in our bones, the iron in our blood, everything that makes us was once part of a living star, or many stars. We are the way the stars have learned to express themselves.

If the Universe is a great mind, then we are thoughts in that mind made flesh; we are a way for the Universal Mind to experience and express emotions, ideas, and creativity. And if indeed our own Universe is a bubble in a much larger ocean of universes, the Multiverse, then we are part of something so vast and grand that we may never know the whole of it. This is a Mystery we can sink our teeth into! This is the definition of "awesome."

But awe and fear are incompatible. Why fear something of which we are small but intensely magical parts? That would be like my fingers fearing my hand, or my eyes fearing my head. We are creatures who have evolved as life-forms on the surface of a planet orbiting a star in the Milky Way, which is part of a larger group of galaxies that forms part of the great network of stars, planets, dark matter, dust, asteroids, ice, gasses, and things we can't possibly imagine, in our home Universe, which is a bubble in the great ocean of the Multiverse. We're all connected to each other, and to everything else--physically, spiritually, energetically and emotionally. What is there to fear when everything, everywhere and every time is home?