Starstuff

Once in a while I call to mind some fact that helps me sustain a perspective of joy and fascination with being alive. There aren’t many things I call “facts”. But I do call it a fact that no thing in the known universe is ever created or destroyed. Things change. Matter becomes energy, becomes matter, and on and on.
So I think to myself that the stuff that has taken the present form I refer to as “me” was once something else, and will be something else in the time to come. And all the stuff that is me right now was at one time 14 billion years ago part of the cosmic hiccup that set galaxies and supernovas spinning in space.
I think that’s a fact. I also believe, and feel a certain yearning to re-connect with that world “out there”. When I gaze into the night sky at stars and constellations, I feel my heart drawn upward and outward, as if there were a whispering song luring me back to dance among the planets. That’s the “cosmystic” part of me.