onism (a short piece)
i pity how little of the universe i’ll ever actually see.
when i close my eyes i imagine floating alone surrounded by stars i’ll never reach and galaxies i’ll never touch. there is something deeply uncomfortable about being handed consciousness and with it an appetite to understand everything, while being physically confined to one small planet, one small life. i have a yearning to explore my universe and i feel paralyzed knowing that i won’t be able to.
i wish i could leave this body and venture into the universe. whether I am truly in reality or a simulation, i experience onism just the same.
i’ve slowly come to terms with the fact that i may not see beyond this blue dot. i wonder: what if the only way to reach the universe is to build something that can?
that doesn’t have to be a rocket or satellite. but perhaps, a mind.
what does it mean for a machine to truly understand the universe? i don’t know. but i think it’s worth spending a lifetime on.
rishabh
simply breathtaking
cranium nebula- a dying star
helix nebula, close up