1/28/20
9:31
Tuesday
I'm scared of the idea of space.
I love it all the same though.
Maybe I'm just afraid of the fact that the earth is so small compared to space and there have been no known signs of life outside of our dying home.
It seems we are truly alone.
It can't be like that though.
There are so many places we have never explored.
So many planets and galaxies.
This morning I found myself thinking about the start of the universe.
The Big Bang.
My dad told me a theory about how the universe started.
Some people believe that every so many years (that humans can't even comprehend) The universe disappears, contracts.
Then it blows up again.
Each time it blows back up into existence it comes back as something else.
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I believe in alternate dimensions.
Maybe that's why we are so alone in an infinite black mass. Because in another dimension there are people like us living on a planet just like ours.
Maybe the capacity for each dimension is one habitable planet each.
Maybe the way to find other life forms is not by searching our space, but finding another version.
It's also very hard for me to comprehend how extraordinarily vast the whole universe is.
But that's what makes the idea of it especially beautiful.
There are so many questions I have unanswered. (That doesn't mean there isn't an answer)
🚀When does space stop?
🚀What happens if earth runs into a black hole? If we do and we really are the only living things anywhere in any dimension I guess that makes it the end of literally everything you can comprehend. That's insane.
🚀Why humans? Why are we the smartest creatures? Why were we made like this?
Ok enough of that for now...
~Cherry 🖤🪐
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