On a night like tonight, when I’m away from civilization and I see the glittering sky above, rather than counting — I know it’s impossible and for some reason, that stops me now — I think of the light reaching my eyes. What I’m seeing existed millions of years ago. I’m looking at the far far past. And out there, beyond the haze of the Milky Way, galaxies and nebulas, and more galaxies, so many, our rock just a minor speck of sand in the beach of the Universe. When I think of that, I think of myself, so tiny and brief, and yet, who I am, the potential of me so big and vast.
