I was driving home this morning and saw something special — the full moon setting and illuminating a cloud. It was that type of moment where you wanted to capture and hold it with a photograph. I tried to drive to a hill where I might be able to take a shot via my cell phone, but the moment had passed, like so many special moments do. Directly behind me I noticed that the sun was beginning to illuminate the sky behind the mountains. I realized no photograph, painting, or poem could describe this moment. I began to think.
Here I am, on this planet, somewhere in space, right between the moon and sun, but only for a brief moment — always rotating, always flying, never still. And this doesn’t just apply to the ground I am standing on. The sun, the moon, our solar system — just a miniscule piece on the outer arm of a gigantic galaxy that itself is rotating and flying through space. And so it is with everything we can observe in this known and observable universe. Perhaps we could even say universes are rotating and flying as well — perhaps even larger mega universes that contain billions of universes within are also rotating and flying through some form of infinite space.
I then reflected on my life, the lives of people I know, the lives of the strangers I observe everyday. And I think to myself — why this?