the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
which you have set in place, what is mankind that you are mindful of them,
human beings that you care for them?"(Psalm 8:3, 4 NIV)
The sweet aroma of genuine intellect fulfills every majestic curiosity that my brain can handle.
If a clear night sky could do this for me, I could only imagine the neurological pressure it would place on my reasoning if I could only see from a stars point of view.
Looking down at the earth, not understanding the simple movements that are associated with each systemic instinctive occurrence of every individual's life.
The capacity of the universe tends to limit our fathomability. But the real stimulation lies in our search for some form of revelation as to how this all was manufactured.
Logically speaking, I will tend to reason from the position I am in, to further try to explain the position beyond. With our ability to perceive we come to the conclusion that some form of affection is associated in the process of manufacturing thought. So is there enough evidence to conclude that somewhere outside of this world lies an abundant level of every known emotion?
It kind of leaves you with joy to know the possibilities of your lonesome evenings being shared with someone hassling with the same concepts somewhere across this planet.
We are truly never alone, as someone once told me. I will hold on strongly to that and see the deeper meaning of what it's like to vision a counterpart with the same struggles, sharing in the same delight of recovery.
Look up on a clear nights sky, hey it can happen!
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