Then I hear something "about us". You know, a human myth story or how something above them is influencing them or how some constellation holds the secret to their success. So the wheels in my often cluttered head start turning and I think, how local, perhaps how arrogant such a thought is in the backdrop of the awe and wonder of the shear scale of everything else. And yet, how incredible it is that we are here even talking about it. Mere stardust, people of the stars. A friend of mine who divulge something rather incredible recently said, more or less that we are "the universe concious" which in the light of being mere stardust, was incredible to know. I had sort of known that, but never really thought about it much until now which to me boggles the mind far more than our invented myths and stories of our ancient gods and other things. The fact that we are awake, in the sunlight pondering these things about how our world works, that alone is satisfying enough.
Richard Feynman got it right. You can find out just how right he got it here. Feynman said "Those are the mysteries I want to investigate without knowing the answer to them. So …altogether I can’t believe the special stories that’ve been made up about our relationship to the universe at large because they seem to be…too simple, too connected, too local, too provincial. The “earth,” He came to “the earth”, one of the aspects God came to “the earth!” mind you, and look at what’s out there…? how can we…? it isn’t in proportion…!"
He was right. It just isn't in proportion.
