Well, its 2:32 am. My dog woke me and i can no longer sleep.
My mind is racing, marveling at the complexities and mysteries of our world.
If science is correct, and the universe started the way it did.
We are One. We are all the same.
All the little bits that make me, that make up my being..
They, along with everything else in the universe, was at one point, One entity. Then it all exploded, an imperfect symphony of creation. An unbalance in matter caused it all to draw in on itself in scattered points. Making stars. In the belly of these shining beasts heavier elements were created. They exploded, spraying their guts outward into the cosmos. Creating planets, and it goes on from there. Everything thing we are was once One. We are the death feign of the cosmos. A rebirth of mega titans. We are pillars of atoms trying desperately to understand why we came to be. Trying to find what was once One.
At the same time. I am me. And you are you. I think that consciousness is what makes us individual. With it, and with our /amazing/ freedom of thought, we all differently interpret the world with our billions of views.
And, this freedom of thought, it left a gaping void in us. A terrifying maw of ignorance and an insatiable lust to educate our selves. We needed to fill it, we became so desperate it needed to just be anything. So, we created Gods, and myths and legends. Something to give us answers, to fill the hole.
I know no Gods. This hole in me is gaping open, desperately sucking down information. Trying to understand, and the more I think about it, That we are One, that I am me. It is so beautiful, and it's almost enough. I find peace, and solace in this. Yet still I yearn for answers. When I look up towards the night sky with all of its brilliant lights screaming through the void it is terrifying, but, at the same time. I start to feel at home.