Perfection

Last night, I took a walk into my backyard to have a smoke as the cat had once again hijacked my chair. The wind was cool and blowing mildly making the chimes tinkle their song. I looked up and for a moment had vertigo as my eyes tried to focus on something. Twinkling away like beacons on the horizon were several bright stars. Diamond chips on midnight blue velvet overlaid with gauzy clouds that made it seem as if the stars, and not the clouds were moving.

It made me feel so small, so insignificant, to look up into that dazzling display. We really are powerless and so young when compared to the Universe and it's wonders. Black holes that suck in matter that is never to be seen again. A Sun that would surely fry us to a crispy critter if it weren't held in check by whatever means that it's held. Stars that look fragile, as if they'd shatter in your hand, when in fact they are older than our planet. Clouds that take on shapes like a master contortionist.

We need to reconnect to the Universe and picture where we fit it in. No matter how great or powerful one thinks they are; when it comes to our place within that vast space, we are nothing compared to it.