Rooting in planet Earth, reaching for the starry Heavens. Watching this, enchanted by the resurrection of Sagans narrative, I have these far-out thoughts about what kind of legendary livelihood it would be to be among the first of astronaut photographers sent to record profound and brilliant wide-angle images in person - rather than from within the telescopic remoteness of Hubble - of the near and the far, the fiery and the frigid, the spacious and the dense, the radiant and the bleak, the majestic and the beautiful and the infinite, mind-blowing reaches of the vast Cosmic arena that we inhabitant here on our small watery speck where meaning and absurdity and peace and war collide perhaps because some have forgotten both humility and destiny under the tapestry of an impermanent forever. Forgotten that looking outward is looking inward; that divinity is both up and out there and right down and within here; or else have been blinded by the aura of street-lights and blaring television sets, the constant blinking and electric noises of neon signs and advertising billboards blocking the magnificent views from within the shadows of luminous skyscraper deities that pay homage to paper capital emblazoned often with the faces of momentary human-animal tyrants above all else. That we are infinitely small beings compared to the greatest of suns and of worlds, yet simultaneously connected to and influenced by and influencing every point in the quantum textures of space and time throughout the whole Universe and beyond at the exact same moment. We live magically and mysteriously as fleeting visitors in the midst of an unfolding, collective dream already billions of years wise; perhaps like individual holograms and mirrors of the original singularity that once was and still is after the universal birth at Big Bang, and all of this is no secret, but has somehow become akin to the long lost and the hidden, and the forbidden; distracted, misguided, neglected, fighting amongst ourselves, oppressing one another, and kept willfully ignorant and stupid by master magicians and puppeteers of power, superfluity, and illusion. Maybe, for a clearer perspective and for refuge, I already embarked my ship and launched seeking something, anything better than what we have thus far created here on Earth; disappeared into the incredible probabilities of the subatomic and merged with telescopic images retrieved in the present of our own very distant past.
Posted on: Tue, 02 Dec 2014 01:08:34 +0000
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