The Bookwyrm

Guys...

There are planets out there. Like, a lot of them. Like, so many that our mind cannot begin to understand how many there are.

You could walk on them. Some have water. Some have air. You could feel their grass and soil beneath your feet and smell the scents of their flowers and feel their breezes on your face and feel and see the light of their suns raining down on you. You could feel the water that flows on their surface cool your hands and run down your face as it falls from the sky. You could marvel at the life that they harbor, so familiar and yet so alien and yet beautiful in a way you never knew was possible. You could look up at night and see the light that they catch from unimaginably distant stars and see the reflected light of their suns in the details of their moons. You could find the distant speck of space where the world you came from lived and marvel on how vast and how wonderful and how beautiful the universe is and how precious the worlds that dot it are.

They exist.

We can't reach them right now. Perhaps we never will.

But they exist.