A singularity, tiny beyond comprehension, burst forth with power and energy. In seconds, the foundation for reality and existence in our universe were created. Only Hydrogen and Helium existed as elements. They formed stars.
Eventually, those stars died. Some collapsed and became black holes, singularities working in the reverse of the one that raptured outward to form our universe, instead gobbling up all reality around them. Other stars broke down and exploded, hurtling their essence further into the universe that still grew and expanded and changed around them.
That essence, that dust from the stars, contained new elements, elements formed within the heart of the stars. This star dust, these new elements, formed everything else in the universe. Planets formed, rocks formed, water formed.
And life formed. Life composed of elements born in the heart of the first stars, stars themselves formed from the birth of our universe.
Life is sort of the consciousness of the universe, the way a universe can be aware of its own nature, it’s own past, and you might even say it’s own “purpose” — to reproduce, to make more, to keep understanding.
Think about the odds, the complexity, the beauty and perfection in this. A singularity, a universe, stars, stardust, life, a black hole, a new singularity, a new universe, new stars, new stardust, new life, forever and ever. And we sit here able to understand it, to tell others about it, to look up into the night sky at the stars and know “That’s where we came from, that’s where we’ll go some day, and there are other living things looking up into their own night sky out there around those stars right now thinking the same thing.”
We don’t have to look up and feel insignificant — we are more significant than we can ever probably truly appreciate, as the consciousness of all that exists. We are part of it, part of not only this world but all worlds.
Now tell me — what miracle could be more awe-inspiring than that?
HT to CLW.