relativity...

i would rather be an infinitesimal mote of dust in an infinite cosmos than one of the ‘chosen ones’ of the so-called creator.

because i want to wonder whenever i look up at the night sky, about what is out there. without that feeling of wonder, i am nothing. i want my imagination to wander through the endless void of the night.

who knows what will turn up? whatever I find will be my truth.

you see, i have always believed that truth is relative; there are no absolute truths or a final ‘theory of everything’. even if there is, i don’t see why we as a species would find it.

we are just temporary entities who exist on a tiny planet orbiting a minor star in the outer reaches of an insignificant spiral arm of an average galaxy that forms part of a minor galactic cluster which is just a small part of a galactic super-cluster which is probably just one of the trillions in the universe.

and who is to say that our universe is not just a miniscule region of an infinitely larger multi-verse?