Starry heavens

Sometimes, we feel too firmly grounded; pulled by the Earth's immense gravity, weighed down by thousands of meter of air above us, enclosed in some concrete flat rooted to the ground. You can jump no more than a few feet however hard you try, and you certainly couldnt fly. You can hardly get more depressed than staring at your earthbound feet.

Yet we forget the fact that the earth is just a free floating globe, traipsing its way around the sun in endless space. From above, we are on a glowing blue and green sphere, encircling a glittering star at a speed that would have our hair streaming past our face if it had been on a highway. And indeed, it is some sort of a highway that our vehicle, the earth, is on: the Milkyway.

Along with the earth, the sun encircle some unknown center of the galaxy, itself but a spark alongside the myriads of stars glowing beautifully on their journey spiralling towards the center of the galaxy.

This galaxy, from afar, is yet another point of light, like a star, flying beside the many thousands of galaxies, each outdoing the other in their brilliance; breathtaking patterns in the skies forming an immense picture of light.

And we are flying, amongst the stars -- the giants of light.