I'd like to start out with an apology. It's been, what, almost a year since I've posted anything? In fairness, I was in the middle of my senior year at high school, but considering all the free time I did have, there's really no excuse for the utter lack of material. Sorry about that!
I first had the idea for this post on the Fourth of July, 2015. Night had fallen, and I was in my backyard, keeping an eye on both the neighborhood fireworks and what stars were visible. I started thinking to myself, “why do some people feel so worthless whenever they think about outer space?” Maybe it has something to do with my religious background or perhaps my general interest in astronomy, but where other people see the vast distances between galaxies and suddenly feel insignificant, I look up and get excited. That's one reason I love shows like Doctor Who and Star Trek so much, because of that attitude that space is exciting and has so much to offer and let's go explore all the things.
Anyways, I had planned to head inside and wax eloquent about that for a bit, but I got delayed and this post got shunted to the back of my mind.
Until I took a Shakespeare class, that is.
See, one of our assignments was to write a sonnet. After a good hour of banging my head against the desk, I finally got the idea to write about my love of astronomy. It took me a while to get going, but I was pretty proud of the end result. And then it hit me – I've been trying to sit down and write about how awesome the universe is for almost a year now, and I just accidentally did it. In poetry, no less.
So, after some more unfortunate delays, I finally have the pleasure to show you all that sonnet, which summarizes my thoughts on this subject wonderfully.
I hope you enjoy it.
Infinite Timeless Everything
The night reveals the darkness of the sky,
Its secrets spilled to those who dare to look.
The place where stars and galaxies all fly's
A mystery; a waiting, open book.
But what we found defied our wildest dreams:
There's more than stars and planets in our view.
Mankind beheld that they had not the means
To fully comprehend this; it was new.
But some began to worry and to think
That humans do not matter: that we're just
An unimportant piece, we're just a blink
In space and time, and we are less than dust.
That might be how those few do choose to see.
But mysteries of space inspire me.