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A reflection on our place in the universe |
In Significance![]() ![]() I’m merely one among millions, part of a fleeting mayfly dance; unremarked and unremembered when my three score and ten have passed. A lifetime is barely a blink for a world that circles a sun, with billions of years behind it and billions of years yet to come. Earth’s only a small blue marble in thrall to a yellowish star; neither especially noted in a far-flung galactic arm. Sol’s one of two hundred billion, just a drop in the Milky Way. There may be a trillion planets in a galaxy’s full array. Our galaxy’s just a fragment among trillions that fill the night, eternally soaring outward in sublime universal flight. The universe may be one burst in an infinite firework show. A multiverse of endless birth, realities we’ll never know. Trillions of trillions of planets; how many where life can hold sway? How many civilizations where extraterrestrials pray? I’m just a pin-point speck of dust, and I’m lost in a vast expanse. The fact that I exist at all seems miraculous random chance. A place in this cosmic wonder I can claim because here I stand, fully part of God’s creation, though I’m less than a grain of sand. Terrence G. Fisher © 2019 Author's Note ▼ |