Can we please have a moratorium on deep space exploration for a minute? A good start would be to unplug those monstrous telescopes that peer into infinity and beyond, trying to determine just how big this damn place is!
With each discovery of a new galaxy similar to ours, I shrink further into a celestial suburb of insignificance. I had no previous illusions about being anything more than a grain of sand in the big scheme of things, but come on!
To find out there are a hundred million Milky Ways, some three hundred billion light years away, with suns and moons four hundred trillion times the size of ours, might be TOO MUCH INFORMATION!… (OK.. I might be a billion or two off in my calculations…but you get the idea}
And that’s just the start…
Astronomers are wet to their knees over an experimental probe blasted off years ago into the void that will soon give a glimpse into REALLY deep, dark, dank, gassy places. (Hell, if that’s what they’re looking for…they need to explore no further than our bathroom on Sunday morning where my husband camps out with the sports section.)
Just when I kinda wrap my head around the unfathomable BIG BANG, they go and blow my mind again with another outlandish observation about quasars, dwarf planets, neutron stars, parallel universes…I say ENOUGH ALREADY!
My therapist is trying new ways to improve my self esteem. She feels I’ve sat too long in the backseat of life’s cockpit, and must now embrace the concept that I am truly the center of the universe. Just as my stroked ego warms to the idea, I read another one of those damn astronomy articles…and once again it reduces me to space dust, floating aimlessly in a galactic debris field.
I tell her there are some days it seems as if I’ve fallen head first into a massive black hole right here on earth. It sucks the life out of me while being hurled by the gravitational pull into a vortex of inescapable nothingness.
That’s when she calmly says, “Sometimes this has to happen for a new star to be born.”
Yeah, just what the universe needs…the joyous birth of another manic misguided meteorite.