Things I'd Say If You Ask Me About Space

There's something about space that makes most of us feel small. Not in a sad way, necessarily. Just... aware. Of how much we don't know. Of how far everything is. Of how strange it is that stars we see are dead already, and the light's only just arriving. Of how we'll never get to see even a fraction of what's out there.

But maybe the point isn't to know it all.

Maybe the point is to feel it.

Because sometimes, you're not really asking for the math behind gravitational lensing or the thermodynamics of a black hole. Sometimes, what you really mean when you ask about space is:

"Can you explain the big things so I don't feel so alone in the smallness?"

This book is for that.

Not for the geniuses who already see the universe in equations, but for the ones who stare out bus windows and wonder what lives on the other side of the stars. For the people who feel time bend when they miss someone. For the ones who never felt smart enough to ask. For the ones who almost gave up on believing that space could be for them, too.

It is.

It's for you.