My desire and longing to be out with the stars is almost unbearable. Call it a lost moment, a moment

My desire and longing to be out with the stars is almost unbearable. Call it a lost moment, a moment in time where the conditions are just so that the atoms in my body come alive and remind me of what they were, a being created from the atoms living in the center of a dying star, or traveling on a lone meteor for centuries in the vacuous, dark corners of space, until that moment it found it’s own place in the universe and its purpose, after being alone for so long, to help create you and I. Seeing these photos of home, wake my soul, and remind me I am a created from something that is far greater than I. The Cosmos is all that is or was or ever will be in our lives. “Our feeblest contemplations of the Cosmos stir us – there is a tingling in the spine, a catch in the voice, a faint sensation, as if a distant memory, of falling from a height.” I am awake, and the universe is calling me home. -- source link

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