Bang.
The moment nothing became everything.
The birth of time and space and light.
You were there – in that cosmic soup.
A seed of possibility that needed fourteen billion years to grow.
And grow it did.
Energy became matter.
Gravity became shape.
Reality raced outward,
Creating spacetime at the speed of light.
When you think about it, the universe is… too much.
The scales are too big.
The stakes are too great.
There are more stars than all the grains of sand on Earth.
But the nearest one would take a thousand lifetimes just to reach.
What are you supposed to do with that?
How do you orient yourself beneath an endless sky?
You trace your lineage through it.
The carbon in your bones.
The iron in your blood.
The atoms in your body forged inside exploding stars.
You claim your role within it.
A clump of matter that grew conscious.
A universe that thinks and feels and wonders:
What it all might mean.
Maybe that’s our place to stand.
Maybe that’s the point.
But the next time you look up at the stars,
Consider it’s a moment fourteen billion years in the making.
And you decide if that makes you feel big or small.
If you enjoyed this excerpt, check out the book:
25 Fires: A Call To What Comes Next
“A plainspoken argument for hope.”
– Kirkus Reviews (starred review)
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