And this won't be news to any of you, since it's something I think pretty much all humans share. Life can be difficult--and especially has been for me recently--and at times its hard to maintain your focus on what matters, and not let yourself get caught up in your own problems.

I'm sat outside at the moment, at 3am, just looking at the sky. It's incredibly beautiful to think how vast a sea of nothingness we live in, peppered with isolated fusion reactors and other balls of rock. Some much like our own. As easy as it is to be cynical and pessimistic, I find it difficult to maintain such an outlook when thinking about the universe. It's not something fundamentally other than us; it's something we inhabit, and in both a very meaningful and very literal way we are the universe. Essentially, we're the universe playing hide and seek with itself.

I'm reminded of when Michael Massimino conducted a space-walk, and had to turn his head from Earth because he found it to be too beautiful to look upon. As if such a perspective is something humans were never supposed to have. Outer space is a reminder that our planet is a part of something altogether untameable. A lot of people are inclined to mock any imposition of agency on the universe--whether it be God or whatever--but I think it's liberating to realise just how insignificant we are, and how little respect the universe has for our terrestrial disputes and grievances. And it's humbling to realise that we are less important--although that doesn't feel like the right word--than something which has no agency; that's precisely where the awe and wonder comes from.

On a cosmic scale, it really doesn't matter whether I live or die. So why not experience it as much as I can in the meantime? As much as lying on the grass and just staring into the night sky. attempting to comprehend our home, is cliche. . . it's cliche for a good reason. I doubt we we will properly understand the universe even slightly, on a very fundamental and emotional level, let alone fully. There is no end to this particular journey, and that's what makes it beautiful.

Just something I wanted to share, really.

So you saying I should get raped just to experience a new sensation during my brief reflective cogitation regarding reality?

What's your address?