The night sky used to scare me when I was little. It wasn’t the darkness. In fact it was the opposite. It was the bright stars, and the mysterious expanse behind them that scared me.
I’d look up at night and get lost in the moon; my fear somehow fueling me to want to know what was actually out there.
I was scared because I knew I’d never really know.
My dad had a certain fascination for these things. Maybe he was scared too, but he understood the fear, unlike me, and he used it to his advantage. He bought a telescope and got books from the library. He would spend hours just looking into the sky. Sometimes fiddling around with advanced technological gadgets; or sometimes just taking the natural beauty in with unhindered eyes.
There were times when I just couldn’t look. All you see is the surface, but what is behind it? Its a mysterious veil just waiting to be parted. That’s what scared me. The part I couldn’t see.
Are there aliens out there? They didn’t scare me. I hoped that they would come and teach the ignorant humans a lesson or two.
I watched tv shows about the universe and the theories of what people thought was out there. String Theory, the Big Bang, Black Holes, Galaxys, Solar Systems. They all added up in my brain and overwhelmed me. It sounded like something out of a book. But it was real. Authors need a basis for their fantasy worlds anyways.
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